He has ballooned up to 300lbs

I will start my story somewhat in the beginning. I met my husband when he was a chunky 220 at 5' 8" he had some pudge. I overlooked it thought it was something I could change.. cook healthy exercise and he would too. This didn't happen, now he has ballooned up to 300lbs. and I am grossed out by him. I do feel bad to say those words but I also feel that it is not fair. I get so angry at what he has done to our marriage by being so slovenly about his appearance.  I feel awkward and embarrassed to introduce him to new people for fear of what they are going to think. It is embarrassing for people to think I actually have sex with such an obese person. I have brought it up to him that I want him to lose weight especially when he complains about the lack of sex. I even told him once that if I wanted tits in my face I would have sex with a woman, he said i was mean. I have tried being nice about it but I just can't be nice any more!  I am angry frustrated hurt and lonely. I have no one to really talk to about this issue everyone calls me shallow. I have had 3 kids and work out watch what I eat to maintain a decent appearance. My husband is always telling me how hot I am and I just say lucky me for all the good it has done me! He doesn't get it. I am feeling like I could do so much better and am only in this marriage because of the kids. But I am too young to turn into a bitter unhappy woman. I do not like the person I am becoming and feel the only solution is divorce.

A calorie burned is a calorie earned!!

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An Opposing View?

I see a lot of folks on here maintain they aren't shallow because they are dumping their spouse for getting fat.  I would like to see these same people make moral judgments on my situation.

I'm a thinling female who is also a life long FA.  

I married the fat ass of my dreams: 5'10 and 270 lbs - most of which sits in his Buddha belly, rubbing that round mass of hairy flab turns me on beyond belief.  When he's banging me from the top and I'm squished under his warm sweaty moobs, swallowing up and sticking to my tiny frame - ahhhh, it's the best feeling ever!

The doctor diagnosed my manly beast last year with high cholesterol and heart disease right around the corner.  He said he has to lose weight pronto - I was mortified!  I'm a feeder, you thinlings may not realize what this means:  no more of my buttery steaks and roasted ribs may I hand feed my gluttonous fatling.  :(   I can never again know the exquisite joy of watching my ham fisted man swallow down heaping hunks of my love meals.  I will never again be able to lay my head on his massive belly and listen to it extending and digesting!  For a feeder FA like me it's like being told you can't have an orgasm anymore!

My man has been eating tuna fish & lettuce like a good little patient, he has went down to 210 pounds......   The horror!  His head looks too big for his body now, his face is getting more wrinkled because there is little fat to fill his skin.  His hands have lost those meaty dimples which used to turn me on.... I'm stuck trying to get sexually attracted to a friggin' waif, it makes me feel like a lesbian to have a partner so skinny, TOTAL TURN OFF!

According to the logistics of this site, I'm supposed to leave my hubby because he doesn't do it for me anymore.....  And I'm not "shallow" for that, because everyone has a right to be sexually attracted to their mate, right???

But I doubt highly that's the advice you thinlings would be giving this FA. Instead, I'm sure I will hear how I'm supposed to just change my attractions to fit what the doctor says is healthy for my hubby.  As if I CAN change my attractions any more than you folks can....

The hypocrisy here has me rather miffed....

But I won't sweat it long, because I won't leave my SO.  He may not be able to be the fatling of my dreams anymore, but I promised to love him for life, no matter what came.  I intend on sticking to that promise.  If I have to I'll just flirt with the occasional BHM I meet to fill my kicks, perhaps try to invite over some friends I can push food on to get my secret kicks, I'll scan the net for some feeder porn, close my eyes when I give it to the hubby and try to remember what it was like when he was heavier, I'll learn to deal with it.  Because I am not about to destroy his heart of the hearts of my children just so I can get nailed my physical ideal.  The vow of my brain & heart meant more than the desires of my vagina....

posted by Charlotte 
on Matilda Tuesday's My Fat Spouse Forum