Fat

I'm feeling fat. My pants feel too tight. I feel the rolls on my body. My bra won't sit right. Even my face feels fat the way these glasses fit.

I love him.

I want to spend the rest of my life with him. I can get through this right now. We'll figure it out. Everything will be better if i can be with him. Forever. I can't imagine myself old. I'll be with him for as long as i can imagine. Until our kids are preteens. I just want him to be happy. I just want to be the one to make him happy. I can do it. I want to do it.

We fight. It's not unusual. We're fighting less. It hurts. Doesn't he see that it hurts? I want to be better. I don't want him to blame it all on me. I can take it though. He can blame it all on me. Just give me time. Just love me again. Look at me the way you used to.