So we talked about it for a few minutes, and I assured him that I honestly just didn't see it. (He works out all the time. He's done this for as long as I've known him.) And then he used the term "fat-ass" to describe himself. (This is a big deal. He does not do this. Unlike me, who has a mini panic episode 2 - 3 times a month, deciding that I have gotten "huge" and/or "doughy" and become honestly disgusted by my appearance. It is a sickness. And it is NOT something that I am proud of, so why don't you just quit judging me?)And he said it jokingly (which is kind of how he says everything), but I also think that in a way this might be sort of how he feels about himself right now. And to think that that might be TRUE. . . well that just makes significant parts inside of me want to scream and break chairs.
And possibly rip drapes.
And tear my shirt right down the middle!!! (DEFINITELY that.)