I was asked

Why am I starving myself?   I am not.  I have a love/hate relationship with food.  I never, ever thought I would be in this position.  I love to eat.  At my highest weight I was 410 pounds.  Yep.  And I took the drastic change option.  Gastric bypass.   And it worked for me.  Until my tiny little pouch that was created decided to burst open and screwed everything up.  Now down over 200 pounds and still have problems eating.   My partner now says hey, where did your ass go?  I just smile and we laugh.  He truly gets me.  He is the only man I have ever trusted completely.

So, why am I here, in bed, with puffy eyes because of crying.   That stupid ex (of 25 years) would not answer my text today.  And I got all upset and cried.  And now got the puffy eyes and feel like an idiot.

And my man now just comes in the kitchen and asks me if I work tomorrow.  He is so attentive.  I am pining after the wrong person, methinks.