Husband stopped getting intimate with me while I was fat, for 6 years. Now I’ve lost the weight he can’t keep his hands off me, but I’m repulsed by him.
I think it’s part resentment/part repulsion because, as I lost weight, he put it on. He has completely let himself go. I understand how hard it is to lose weight and I’ve tried to encourage him to eat the same foods as me and exercise more, he orders a pizza an hour after the salad I made him and is quite possibly the laziest man on the planet.
I put on the weight as a reaction to a traumatic event. It took me six years to climb out of the hole I was in and, frankly, he didn’t help.
He began to turn down intimacy a year into my mental illness and one day I realised that it had been six years since we had been intimate. It took me a year to lose all the weight and it was hard work. He slowly began to crawl over to my side of the bed each morning and do what he had previously done every morning – cup my chest and push his manhood into my hip.
I hate it, I really hate it. I just feel that he doesn’t care about me, about my pleasure, about making himself attractive for me, that I’m just an object to fondle. I know this is bad, I know that the tables have turned and I should try to work this out but those extra 6kg showed me what he really thinks of me and I can’t forgive him.
He stopped getting intimate for 6 years over 6kg?! Yikes! That’s a long time for that amount of weight. You should do some investigating to see if he had a side chick or visited an escort service. Something doesn’t add up.