It's been a week or even more since my boyfriend said he got a flu and since then he has skipped meals, eaten really little and said he wasn't feeling any better.
He used to weigh 101-102 kilos, and now he's down to 97. I called him 5 minutes ago and asked what does he want for dinner tonight, he said he feels bad so i should cook something for myself and he would eat an apple. What the f***ing apple!!!
Few more days and he'd be down to 90, then keeping those habits to 80.
Maybe it's not my business, and i really don't seek on purpose, but washing his pants i noticed that those are size 54, 1 size smaller than he usually wears (i remember him claiming that those pants were size 56, and he must have known those weren't, unless he has problems with his vision, which he doesn't), same with belts and shirts and so on..
He continues to convince me that he's not getting thinner, and these are damn lies. I hate it all. Ok, he knows that i'm an FFA and i know that he dreams about being slim. Ok, i don't appreciate weight loss, but neither do i appreciate being made a fool of - he should be perfecly aware of his "progress" and smile to himself about it while saying to me that he gets fatter.
It would be very comfortable for him to have that so-called flu for his entire life.
I guess i sound angry, but actually i am sad and desperated.
I'm really p***ed off by all this. How should i react?
He used to weigh 101-102 kilos, and now he's down to 97. I called him 5 minutes ago and asked what does he want for dinner tonight, he said he feels bad so i should cook something for myself and he would eat an apple. What the f***ing apple!!!
Few more days and he'd be down to 90, then keeping those habits to 80.
Maybe it's not my business, and i really don't seek on purpose, but washing his pants i noticed that those are size 54, 1 size smaller than he usually wears (i remember him claiming that those pants were size 56, and he must have known those weren't, unless he has problems with his vision, which he doesn't), same with belts and shirts and so on..
He continues to convince me that he's not getting thinner, and these are damn lies. I hate it all. Ok, he knows that i'm an FFA and i know that he dreams about being slim. Ok, i don't appreciate weight loss, but neither do i appreciate being made a fool of - he should be perfecly aware of his "progress" and smile to himself about it while saying to me that he gets fatter.
It would be very comfortable for him to have that so-called flu for his entire life.
I guess i sound angry, but actually i am sad and desperated.
I'm really p***ed off by all this. How should i react?
