Whenever we have sex he has me cover it up with a shirt or sheet or something. He asked me if I would go on a diet for him… I dunno, I said yes because he’s a nice guy but I didn’t really eat bad before. Now I feel like I’m just barely eating. I don’t know what to say to him
Jesus H. Christ… you girls. 🙄
He’s “very kind”, but he hates a substantial chunk of your physical form, to the point that he’s repulsed by the mere sight of your body while he’s inside it. He’s a “nice guy” even as he shames you into barely eating.
Do you even read back the shit you type, child? Are you aware of how upside down you are? “He’s a cool dude, except when he stubs his toe, lashes out, and breaks the antique glassware my mom bequeathed to me on her deathbed.” Sheesh.
Look, if this were a kinky relationship, and controlling your appearance were both an accepted part of the dynamic and something that turned you into a wet, knee-humping daddy’s girl, that’d be one thing. I’d want to know why he’s not making an effort to ensure you’re taking proper care of yourself while complying with his wishes, but that’s a situation that can be tweaked.
But this…? He’s just some dude who’s a couple links up the evolutionary chain from someone driving through Florida with a cooler full of PBR in the back seat and a “NO FAT CHICKS” sign hanging in the rear window. If you’re ever going to suffer and deprive yourself for a man, he should damned well be better than that.