After Four Years Together: He Trampled on My Body and Soul Because of My Weight!
My name is Annabelle Lawrence, and I live in a small town called Henley-on-Thames, where the river quietly winds past the old buildings of Oxfordshire. I never imagined my life would turn into such a nightmare. We’ve separated. For four years and three months, I shared everything with him — laughter, tears, hopes. And now I’m alone, with a heart shattered into pieces. You might say, “So what? People break up every day.” Yes, that’s true, but I cannot forgive him for such betrayal — it feels like a knife in my back, thrust in with a smile.
Everything seemed almost perfect between us. Of course, arguments happened, but they never escalated into shouting matches. We lived in harmony until fate hit me hard. Due to a personal hardship, I began to gain weight. I never claimed to have a model’s figure, but I was always neat and well-proportioned. Then the pounds started piling on, and my boyfriend — now my ex, James — turned into my tormentor. He started making fun of me, humiliating me, as if I had become worthless in his eyes.
He didn’t hesitate to ridicule me in front of others. I remember at a party with friends, after having a few drinks, he loudly joked about my “flab,” poking at my sides, while the group laughed. His drunken excuses couldn’t erase the pain — I felt crushed and pathetic. In recent months, I found myself drowning in tears more often than I smiled at the sunshine. And the worst part is, he knew everything — he knew the hell I was going through, knew every detail of my struggle. Yet he continued to trample me as if I were trash under his feet. Each jab from him made my problems even heavier, even more unbearable.
One morning, I snapped. My chest tightened with hurt, tears choked me, and I blurted out, “Leave!” He didn’t even blink — it’s as if he had been waiting for this moment. He quietly packed his things, slammed the door, and disappeared. After four years, he left me alone — writhing in agony, drowning in my troubles. I was left with an emptiness in my soul and unanswered questions. Perhaps he had found someone else? I hadn’t noticed anything obvious, no signs of cheating — no phone calls, no secret meetings. But maybe he had already found someone new — slim, beautiful, unlike me, overweight and broken?
I’m not seeking advice, nor am I waiting for pity. I’m just pouring out this pain that burns me inside, like a hot iron. James stomped not only on my love but also shattered my self-confidence. Every cutting glance, every word about my weight left scars in my memory. I’ll never forget how he laughed at me in front of others, how he looked at me with disdain, as though I ceased to be a woman in his eyes. He knew I was fighting demons inside, yet instead of supporting me, he dragged me deeper into the mud. And he left without a backward glance, leaving me in this hell.
Sometimes I picture him with someone else — someone light as air, with a slim waist and a bright laugh. Maybe he had long desired such a person, while I gained weight from stress and tears? This thought gnaws at me at night, but I don’t want to know the truth — it would only crush me more. For four years, I gave him everything — love, warmth, my soul — and he wiped his feet on me, walking away to a new life. I’m left alone, with extra weight, a load of grievances, and a sense that I don’t deserve even a drop of happiness.
But I will endure. I know I can survive this. Through tears, through pain, I will find the strength to rise. Every day I look in the mirror and loathe the reflection — not because of the weight, but because I let him break me this way. He’s gone, but I’m still here to fight — with myself, with the past, with his voice in my head, still whispering: “You’re worth nothing.” I pray for only one thing: let this hell end soon. Let the wounds heal, let me feel alive again. I won’t forgive him, but I will overcome his betrayal — for my own sake.
