Last night, I casually mentioned to Tony that I was having second thoughts about going to his company picnic.
The reason?
I don't want to embarrass him.
"What are you talking about? Why would you embarass me?" He asked.
"Come on, I'm sure you're going to be embarassed to introduce your coworkers to your giant, fat wife."
Then, I started crying. And apologizing, you know, for being fat.
He got so mad. PISSED, even.
"Why do you say things like that? I love you and I'll never be ashamed of you. You're the mother of my children."
I know he means it and I feel bad for upsetting him, but I honestly feel like a part of him is ashamed of me.
Not because he makes me feel that way.
Not because he's ever given me any reason to think that way.
He hasn't.
He's never once told me I need to lose weight, or made comments about my weight.
So, why is there a part of me that believes he feels that way? Why am I dreading the moment he introduces me to the people he works with?
I feel like I should make a tshirt with a picture of me when we first met. "I USED TO BE CUTE!"
That way, they won't be all "What in the hell does he see in HER."
That's how I feel, I'm sorry. And I'm sorry that Tony is upset that I feel that way, but I can't change it.
I'm disgusted with myself right now. And not because I'm fat.
Because I have been given this incredible gift. A husband who loves me no matter what, and because of my own insecurities, I can't fully accept that gift...
I know, I know, stop being emotional and drink some freaking milk already.







I've had the same conversation with my Hubby about the office Christmas party. But you know what? My Hubby actually seems relieved that I don't go. =(