True off my chest: Today, I realized that I am unhappy with my life.

On mobile, I’m crying so it may be all over the place & throwaway account.

Friday, I got off early and decided to have a spontaneous lunch with my husband. I ordered the food (Chinese) and made up an excuse to have just 30 minutes of lunch with him. We’ve been kinda on a down hill slide for a while and I’ve hoped that we could rebuild. Well when I get to lunch, he decides that he would tell me about my weight. Now, I know that I’ve gained a lot of weight after having my children, but postpartum and raising two children kinda put exercise on the back burner. In the past year, I’ve lost about 40 lb (I’d like to lose About 40 Morse) but have hit a plateau that I know exercise will lift me over. However, instead of enjoying the lunch, (I felt) he bashed what I bought, how much I bought, and much I eat. I’ll admit, It made me feel really low. I didn’t say anything because I just take it. The next day, he asked, didn’t we have lunch yesterday. I said yes, and all you talked about was my weight. Today, he said that I wasn’t allowing him to be his authentic self because he couldn’t talk about what he wanted to and he wouldn’t help me exercise (I never asked for his help because of these types of conversations). Today. I realize that we don’t have light hearted or fun conversation. It’s always a need to improve, always a need to get a better job, always a new critique. I am not happy. I love him,but I am so unhappy.

I have decided to start to exercise and do better all on my own. He just won’t reap the benefits. Sorry this is so long. Thanks for hearing my feelings.