skinnycookietobe
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Hi all,
I thought I'd give you all an insight in to my life since I put weight on...
I got married in 2006 (June) to a man who I thought I'd be with for the rest of my life. How wrong was I. In 2006 I was diagnosed with arthritis after 6 months of being in severe pain with no explanation, all tests came back negative and X-rays and scans showed nothing. I was off work for six months and in this time I changed, I became depressed because I was missing work and could no longer go running, cycling and climbing which is something we did together. It carried on like this for the next few years however we both started drinking more and spending time apart, the connection was gone.
In 2008 after 5 years of trying to conceive we went to a specialist and we found out that he was infertile and so after getting over the shock of this we tried ivf. The first time didn't work and although I thought thing between us had improved looking back we had drifted even further apart. It was a very difficult time during ivf my hormones were everywhere and he just didn't get my mood swings, I often tried to talk things out with him when I was in a good mood but he just used to say I'm fine, I love you and we'll get through this.
Unbeknown to me he was confining in a 21 year old (slapper) where he worked. To cut a long story short I forgave him and we carried on as before. The (slapper) had left his work place and things improved for a while.
My depression was under control now, although I had my down days, especially when he went riding with his mates and I was left alone cause of my arthritis, I was much better and happier. I come to terms with my illness and gradually learned to live with it.
2009 came round and our second shot at ivf came. We were having really bad arguments, well he was really arguing with me for no reason and putting me down a lot. One day I'd had enough and I said I'm moving out for a while I think we need a break from each other, he said your right but I'll go, I'll stay at my dads. Over the next few days I felt happier as we weren't arguing, he rang me up on the 3rd day of his absence and said can we meet up for lunch, I thought we were going to try and sort things out once and for all. But I had a gut feeling that something wasn't right so I said I don't want to go for lunch, come home and we'll talk here.
Later that afternoon, he came home gave me a hug and we sat down to talk........these last few days have given me time to think and I've come to a decision that I don't love you anymore, I love you as a friend but not my wife. Since I've been away I felt like a weight has been lifted off my shoulder blah blah blah.....
The week after he was shacked up with the same slapper from work...end off
Initially I lost weight didn't care at all about myself, I got even more depressed but still went to work. I then started drinking even more and ate whatever I wanted the weight piled on and I completely stopped caring for myself and anyone I came into contact with. It was then that I had a nervous breakdown and realised I had to act quickly before I lost my job, house and everything else.
I have been sober for one year, I wasn't an alcoholic but it was getting close. I don't miss the drink at all, it was a comfort thing for me and I've since realised that I don't need it, life is what u make it. I've binned alcohol now I just need to get my lovely body back, the one that I had before I got married.
Thanks for reading
Xx
I thought I'd give you all an insight in to my life since I put weight on...
I got married in 2006 (June) to a man who I thought I'd be with for the rest of my life. How wrong was I. In 2006 I was diagnosed with arthritis after 6 months of being in severe pain with no explanation, all tests came back negative and X-rays and scans showed nothing. I was off work for six months and in this time I changed, I became depressed because I was missing work and could no longer go running, cycling and climbing which is something we did together. It carried on like this for the next few years however we both started drinking more and spending time apart, the connection was gone.
In 2008 after 5 years of trying to conceive we went to a specialist and we found out that he was infertile and so after getting over the shock of this we tried ivf. The first time didn't work and although I thought thing between us had improved looking back we had drifted even further apart. It was a very difficult time during ivf my hormones were everywhere and he just didn't get my mood swings, I often tried to talk things out with him when I was in a good mood but he just used to say I'm fine, I love you and we'll get through this.
Unbeknown to me he was confining in a 21 year old (slapper) where he worked. To cut a long story short I forgave him and we carried on as before. The (slapper) had left his work place and things improved for a while.
My depression was under control now, although I had my down days, especially when he went riding with his mates and I was left alone cause of my arthritis, I was much better and happier. I come to terms with my illness and gradually learned to live with it.
2009 came round and our second shot at ivf came. We were having really bad arguments, well he was really arguing with me for no reason and putting me down a lot. One day I'd had enough and I said I'm moving out for a while I think we need a break from each other, he said your right but I'll go, I'll stay at my dads. Over the next few days I felt happier as we weren't arguing, he rang me up on the 3rd day of his absence and said can we meet up for lunch, I thought we were going to try and sort things out once and for all. But I had a gut feeling that something wasn't right so I said I don't want to go for lunch, come home and we'll talk here.
Later that afternoon, he came home gave me a hug and we sat down to talk........these last few days have given me time to think and I've come to a decision that I don't love you anymore, I love you as a friend but not my wife. Since I've been away I felt like a weight has been lifted off my shoulder blah blah blah.....
The week after he was shacked up with the same slapper from work...end off
Initially I lost weight didn't care at all about myself, I got even more depressed but still went to work. I then started drinking even more and ate whatever I wanted the weight piled on and I completely stopped caring for myself and anyone I came into contact with. It was then that I had a nervous breakdown and realised I had to act quickly before I lost my job, house and everything else.
I have been sober for one year, I wasn't an alcoholic but it was getting close. I don't miss the drink at all, it was a comfort thing for me and I've since realised that I don't need it, life is what u make it. I've binned alcohol now I just need to get my lovely body back, the one that I had before I got married.
Thanks for reading
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