You've just recently become involved with someone, and only months ago you were starving yourself with depression from your last relationship. You've dropped a few pounds and haven't been eating right. So when you make that comment about being fat, that new guy/girl in your life will do just about anything to prove you wrong, because you are. Your cheeks are sunken in, and your face is gaunt, and that's what attracted them to you, right?

Now let's fast forward a few months, okay one year... let's move ahead one year. You've been eating healthier. Of course you have, you're happy, you're still in the stages of lust and infatuation, but you're still not fat.

You're having sex two or three times a day come hell or high water because you... are in love. You bust your ass at work to come home early, or so you can make that phone call, or what have you... because you're in love. After a few more months, things start to become comfortable. You settle into one another, you begin the nit picking of things you used to find "cute", but now they are just fucking annoying, and would you please, please pick up your fucking underwear?! Just once, would you listen to me instead of that fucking Ipod.

Yeah, you know where it leads... the sex? Yeah, not so much anymore. You don't get those butterflies when they call you anymore either, instead you give an immediate eye roll, or maybe you even let out a sigh when you read their cuddly little number on the face of your phone.

You stop thinking to yourself "God! I can't wait to see them!" because it's been replaced by "What in the hell do you want now?"

As the years roll by you find yourself some evening planning a "date" or some other inspiring event to spice up the love life, and you hear "Oh my God, I'm so fat!" Instead of putting up the uplifting defenses about how they work so hard, or have been under a lot of stress... you don't say anything, and believe me... it does not go unnoticed. Because at 2:15 in the morning, when you're midway through a taxi ride home and all you can think about is getting them into bed, you'll hear about it. "Why didn't you say anything? You just sat there, and agreed with it."

You won't be able to let go of that sexual frustration. You'll spend another night watching cheap internet porn instead of dividing and conquering because you just don't fucking care anymore. Because you don't want to hurt their feelings by saying "yeah, you're fat. fix it." and you're too fucking shallow to encourage them in the right ways to get off their lazy asses.

Yeah, it's okay... you can say it. I'm an asshole.