Ugh,
Another dramatic evening. My parents came over for dinner, which is a fairly rare occurence. We're not a super close family. They're not bad people, but I just don't have much of a relationship with them. Our relationship is more awkward than it is strained. Still, my parents don't have a lot of tact, and they started in immediately about how skinny I looked. I honestly haven't lost more than 5 lbs since I last saw them around Christmas time, but apparently my Xmas sweater hid my slender frame a bit better than the button-up I wore today.
Well, it (as well as enough wine to get her slurring) gave my wife enough fuel to start in on me after they left. I'm 6'0. I was slim when I first met her (in 2007), then due to a combination of stress and depression I gained nearly 40 lbs (getting to 201 lbs) over the next 2 years. Then I got engaged to her, and started Weight Watchers to trim down for the wedding. That was in 2010, and I got down to 178. After that, I began cheating with my diet again and eventually inched back up to 190. Two years ago, I managed to bring that down to approximately 185. Then, since this time last year, I've lost another 25 lbs, bringing me down to about 160. This final loss is just due to cutting out snacking, controlling my diet, and practicing moderation with "treats." In other words, I've continued to slim down because
I've *GASP!* stuck to the plan. My weight has been pretty consistent since the Fall. I am NOT unhealthy.
Well, a little history might be in order. K (which is what my wife- the love of my life- will be called henceforth) had a major eating disorder as a teen, which actually followed her into her twenties. It was still an active part of her life throughout her first (unhappy) marriage. She stopped shortly after our relationship became serious enough to make her feel secure. Since then, I've had to stop her several times from calling friends or acquaintances out on "eating disorders." She seems to see the "signs" a lot.
Well, she's been on my ass for a while. It doesn't help that I like the tall, slim look and tend to buy clothes that emphasize it. This has been compounded by the fact that as my dysphoria has flared up in the last few months I have been purposely highlighting my slender frame with my clothing choices, often wearing shirts with an open neck and a tank top underneath, with a low enough neckline to show off both my chest tattoo and my bony chest. But that's what feels right to me right now, and nobody at either of my jobs seems to take issue with it.
Anyway, I'm not going to gain a lb for anybody. I don't feel I should have to. My body, my decision. I
am healthy. I've lost fat, but retained lean muscle, so what's the problem? I feel healthier than I have felt in a very long time. Do I look skinny? Sure. So what? I'm not a big exerciser, so I pretty much either look skinny or pudgy. I prefer the former.
Well, nearly a year ago I came out to my wife. It was very badly done, and resulted in a huge blowup, followed by my immediate dive back into the closet. The details are here:
https://www.susans.org/forums/index.php/topic,161537.msg1383767.html#msg1383767. Now, I feel like I'm being overly scrutinized. She points out when my hair is getting long. She questions my grooming (she seemed bothered that I used a product to cover up my gray hairs). She bought me a cologne for Christmas (which smells really nice, by the way) called MAN. She bought me a subscription to the Dollar Shave Club (which is actually kind of cool). It all feels very conspicuous.
A couple of months ago, when she was drunk and riled up, she brought up my coming out. She was very nasty. She threatened our relationship because "I don't even know if you're really a man." The following day she claimed to not remember what she had said.
The last time she got drunk, she also turned on me (it's an unfortunate cycle) and got incredibly nasty. This time she managed to stifle an attack on my gender identity. Still, the next day, when she apologized after seeing just how broken up I was, she said , "Honey, I was drunk. I'm sorry. I don't question you or your identity." As I said, my gender identity had not been brought up during this go-round.
Tonight, insisting that I had a problem- regarding my weight- she suddenly blurted out that I need to decide if I'm going to be a man or a woman. I did not dignify that with a response, and instead insisted that she needed to stop trying to control my body, that she needed to stop being mean. She was in drunken argument mode, and simply rolled her eyes when I told her how disrespectful she was being. I told her I needed her to stop. She really wanted the last word.
I haven't a clue if she'll even bring this up tomorrow. I know I won't. And she's about to spend a couple nights with a close friend in LA (her friend's birthday/girls' trip), meaning I might not really see her again till Wednesday.
I'm not in despair. Quite frankly, I'm kind of pissed. I don't like that anybody other than my therapist should be trying to diagnose me. I love the hell out of her, and really do despair at the thought of losing her. But right now, I'm ticked off. I expect that when she has calmed down, she will expect me to just get over it as well. Then again, she might stand by her statements and insist that she was in the right all along, that she's just telling me what I need to hear (about my weight).
I'm beginning to suspect that she may never be able to accept Tegan.
Jesus Christ. What's happening to my life?
Okay, now I
am crying.
God damnit.
-Tegan