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Stevie Wonder 😎

As-1976

So unsafe. You know how much I worry, what if you twisted an ankle or fell on your outstretched arm trying to catch yourself? Clearly the restrictions I’ve set aren’t enough anymore. Sorry, but I can’t let you take such risks, you’re not leaving this bed from now on. I’ll email your boss your resignation and cancel your entire calendar.

Just focus on finishing your afternoon sheet cake and 2 liter coke. And before you start, I don’t want to hear about how full you are from second lunch. I don’t like how tired you got trying to get out of bed, it scared me. You need calories and rest to recover. Just do it, please? Neither of us want me to get the funnel but I will if it’s what I have to do to keep you healthy.

Your family, your friend, hell, even the doctor, none of them understand us. Always talking about how “your weight is very worrying” and to “closely monitor your blood sugar”, it’s bullshit how casually they fat shame and bully you. So what if you put on a few pounds since you moved in, it’s relationship weight, that’s normal. Perhaps you put on more than usual, but that’s just a sign of how strong our love is. Your quack doc doesn’t know you like I do. He’s a pill pusher, you don’t need any of this crap, he just wants to make a buck. I’m tossing it all, end of debate.

I’m sorry I know you’ve raised concerns about me being too controlling in the past, but your well-being is too important. I’m blocking all of your contacts and restricting outgoing calls. Now no one will be able to harass you anymore. Nobody even knows my address so they can’t come to guilt trip you in person with their patronizing “concern for your wellbeing”. You’re doing great.