My wife and I met as seniors in high school. It was truly love at first sight for me.
At that time, I was a superstar athlete, wrestling and football, with a rock hard hardbody. I had many sexual partners by that point in time, including several "adult" women who pursued me. Pretty much all of them were extremely attractive physically, as I literally had my pick, but there was none I really fell for.
My wife at that time was stunningly gorgeous with a beautiful body. But what attracted me physically was her sparkling eyes and her beautiful smile. What actually really attracted me was her personality and our common background. We had both had horrible parents who were physically abusive and just awful childhoods.
What I did not know at the time was that she had struggled with weight problems off on and on throughout her childhood and teens. To that point, I had never ever had any weight issues, probably due to my metabolism and extreme levels of physical activity.
Anyway, my parents had kicked me out long before I graduated high school. As soon as we graduated, we moved in together. We were married less than a year later when we were both 18. We both still looked great.
I did not know at the time but my wife (then girlfriend) had two affairs while we were living together but before we married.
Over the next five or so years, I stayed in great shape. I added about 15 pounds but it was all muscle and mostly the transformation of my body from a teenager to an adult male.
My wife, on the other hand, gained a good bit of weight after we married. It was mostly from having babies and becoming a little more sedentary. I did not care at all. I still adored her because her body shape was not who she was or what I loved about her anyway.
At about the seven year mark in our marriage, I entered a doctoral study program at a major university in a state far from where we lived. I went ahead to find us a place and get us set up. She followed about two and a half months later. During that time, she worked hard to surprise me with a large weight loss and reconditioning. When she arrived, she looked almost like she did way back in high school when we met.
Several months later, she had her third affair. (I still did not know about the first two.) I caught her. We "worked it out" by sweeping it under the rug. Bad mistake. At that time, she did not tell me everything, lied about some of the details, and still did not reveal the old affairs even though I specifically asked and she claimed she "told me everything."
Then she gained a bunch of weight back. I told her that I was pissed because she lost wait for her AP but made no effort for me. She reminded me that she had lost the weight for me and that the affair came later. She was right. I realized that I was pissed, but not for what I thought was pissing me off. It was really about the betrayal and the building resentment that had no outlet since I was "not allowed" to mention the affair.
At about the twenty year mark of our marriage, her guilt had gotten the best of her and she decided to tell me everything, including the first two affairs and some pretty terrible details about the third affair. I was again told to never bring it up again. She also started treating me like crap and kept it up for another couple of decades.
By that time, I had gained about 55 additional pounds, and not in any good way. I now knew what it was like to have weight issues, but because of all the bad feelings and resentment I really did not care. I was mostly staying for my kids and out of fear of the unknown.
In the last five years, I have lost a huge amount of weight due to some health scares involving diabetes, cholesterol, and blood pressure. I now am just one size bigger than my high school days. I no longer have the teenage star athlete build, but I think I look really good, as do many others.
My wife never really lost her weight.
I thought that bothered me. I thought it was part of my bad feelings towards her.
But about maybe two years ago she had an epiphany because I finally sought therapy, finally stood up for myself, and was just about out the door. She then became sincerely remorseful and empathetic. It is sincere as it has been consistent over a long period of time now.
I have since truly forgiven her. My resentment is gone. I love her again, although it is not exactly the same as before. I have realized that I was not really upset about the weight as I now greatly enjoy her again, physically as well as emotionally. I had simply repressed my deepest feelings and focused on something on the surface.
I now exercise every day due to my health concerns and also the fact that I enjoy exercising. She sometimes asks to join me, which I love because not only is it good for her but I love when we do things together. But I never push it nor do I ever say anything about her weight. That is partly because that seems insensitive but mostly because I honestly and truly do not care about it. I love her for who she is and not her physical appearance. After all, I have lost hair and she has not and I have a lot more wrinkles.