Yep. He let those words come out of his face last night. We were arguing, and it went something like this:"I don't feel like a man. I'm not working, I can't do anything right...it's hard to feel sexy when I'm so fucked up in everything else in my life."
"I understand that, but not fucking makes me feel fat and ugly."
"Well, if you feel fat, maybe you should diet. That's you, not me. You know I think you're sexy and your body is beautiful."
And while the context eases the gravity of his offense against me, nay, his offense against womankind, it doesn't take away that phrase, ringing in my ears, over and over again:
MAYBE YOU SHOULD DIET.
It's echoing. It's ominous. I will never eat again.
This is a man with sisters. A man who has been in many relationships. A man who knows me and knows women, well. This is a man who has lost his goddamned mind. There are just certain THINGS that you just DON'T SAY to a woman, ever, in any context. Ever.
Right? Right, my sisters?
