Pack on the Pounds

Well, the eating became a major issue. He would start throwing food at me and breaking dishes across the room if I didn't eat "enough". I couldn't understand why at the time, but it it was effective. The pounds packed on and the bigger I got, the happier he seemed to be.

I just tried to make the most of the situation because I was still seeking help and still hitting brick walls down every avenue I tried.

The cable man was in the apt. complex one day and I ran into him while going back and forth to the laundry room. He stopped me and started chatting/hitting on me. That's the first time I'd felt good about myself in quite some time...and I made the mistake up walking back in the door "happy". He'd seen us talking and asked me what we were talking about. I gave him a brief synopsis of the conversation about a direct tv customer switching to cable and the specials they were running that we might be interested in. He seemed to be okay with things. In the next few days he was on me more than ever about not eating enough to the point where I was having to eat so much it was making me ill. I'd put on almost 30 pounds since this all began and tried to explain to him that I couldn't keep this up. That's when the "real" reason for this came to light.
He told me that I couldn't stop until NO OTHER MAN would dare look my way because I'd be so fat. Then and only then could I slow down.

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That' just blew me away!