My Husband Insisted on Sleeping in a Separate Hotel Room on Our 20th Anniversary Trip – I Cried When I Learned the Real Reason
“I’ve gained almost sixty pounds since your diagnosis.”
I stared at him.
“That’s why you’ve been wearing those huge shirts?”
He nodded.
“And why you change in the bathroom?”
“Yes.”
“When you told me we were coming here, I panicked. I remembered our honeymoon photographs and what I looked like twenty years ago. I bought that compression thing because I thought if I wore it all weekend, maybe you wouldn’t notice how much I’d changed.”
I looked at the angry marks around his waist.
“But you can’t sleep in it.”
“No.”
He let out a broken laugh.
“I can barely breathe wearing it. I couldn’t lie beside you all night knowing you might feel what was underneath. So I booked another room.”
I stared at him in disbelief.
“Let me understand this. You rented another hotel room because you thought you were too heavy to sleep next to your wife?”
He lowered his head.
“Yes.”
“Because you were afraid I wouldn’t find you attractive anymore?”
He nodded.
And suddenly, the absurd truth hit me.
We had both spent months hiding from exactly the same fear.
PART 3
I sat beside Jeffrey on the bed.
“I need to confess something too.”
His head lifted immediately.
“For the last five months, I’ve been standing in front of mirrors hating everything I see. I convinced myself you stayed because you felt sorry for me. I kept waiting for the day you would finally admit you didn’t find me attractive anymore.”
“I could never feel that way about you.”
