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My Wife is Fattening Me Up
Since marrying my wife, I've packed on a whopping 60 kg (132 lbs) of extra weight. Back in high school, I was the very slim and fit, I also abs and was at about 70 kg (154 lbs) and I was always popular. But things changed rapidly after graduation. I landed a job and found love in my girlfriend, now my wife. She's always been loving and sweet and despite my partying she stayed at home, worrying if I'm gonna come home safely, but one night I was so stupid and drunk and I cheated on her with a woman that isn't even as half loving or as nice like her. After that, she had this thing about wanting me to do a dirty bulk.
At first, I was all in. Who wouldn't enjoy skipping cardio and devouring all the food she cooked with such passion? But as the pounds piled on and my abs vanished, I started to worry. Whenever I tried to express my concerns, she'd get upset, and I couldn't bear the thought of disappointing her. So, I kept on eating, sacrificing my fitness for her happiness.
Her encouragement didn't stop with the food. She encouraged and loved seeing me drink too much beer until I very drunk. Fast forward a few years, and here I am, tipping the scales at 130 kg (286 lbs). Sure, I'm strong (luckily she still lets me lift weights at the gym), but I'm also constantly out of breath and sporting a large belly. It's difficult to find shirt sizes for me.
While my friends make fun of my weight gain, my family praises me for finally becoming a "real man" (apparently, in the Balkans, you're not considered a proper man until you hit 100 kg). I've blown up like a balloon over the past five years, and can't imagine how bigger I'll get if my wife keeps feeding me like this. She stayed thin and beautiful all this time. It's like she doesn't care about my feelings, I've also heard her telling her friends something like: "I'd love to see if he can cheat on me now" with them replying I look like a real pig now and that she is right for doing this to me. Is she still punishing me for what I've done, it's not the end of the world.
I'm don't know what to do now. Do I confront my wife about her role in my ballooning size, or do I just surrender to her wishes and let her feed me even bigger? She's pregnant and we're waiting for kids, so I feel trapped and like a helpless pig, trapped in my own body. What should I do? Do I deserve this?
TDS is very real mental illness. But then again you're a liberal pos so the mental incompetence is a given. As far as limited income goes, that's a supposition and a mistake that elitist liberal scum like to make. It goes hand in hand with your "limited" intelligence.
It’s so much fun playing with Tards, triggering them at will. Just like their papa, DonnyT. Just sprinkle a few words and they immediately get enraged. It’s like using a laser pointer on the floor with a poor immature puppy that runs around chasing the red dot. Tards are so easily triggered and it brings joy to watch their adrenaline flow without any controls. Just like their diaper-wearing idols. Mental toddlers.
C’mon Travis, chase the red dot! I just assume your name is Travis or Trevor and you live for pick ups and chicks named Tammy.