You might be wondering…

… why I wrote that last post. 

Well, here’s the thing.  Ever since I started this blog, without fail, a few times a week I get people surfing in through search engines with something along the lines of what I wrote.  “I’m fat and he’s leaving me” or “my husband says I’m fat” or “my husband left me because I’m fat”.  Every.  Single.  Week.

And it breaks my heart.

We talked a bit about this kind of situation over at Big Fat Deal and a few of the other Fat Blogs, and when I realized that those kinds of hits kept coming in, I just had to say something.  I’ve been in a similar situation (although I must admit that the man I’m referring to was just abusive, period), and I know how much it would have meant to me to have someone tell me that it’s not my fault.  It’s not the fault of my fat, even.  It’s the fault of the man I’m with, who is too shallow to love me as a person and not an object.

And y’all…. I’m ALL about unconditional love.  Yeah, call me a sop if you want, but it’s just the way I am.  Unless and until a person gives me reason not to treat them that way, it’s my modus opperandi.  I treat people the way I would want to be treated unless I have a reason not to.  Of course, that means that every time I hear a sad story (or watch a sad movie! man, those get to me!), I need to reach for the tissues.  But whatever.  It’s the way I am, the way I’ve always been, and even if I wanted to change it (which I don’t, than you very much), I don’t think I could.

So there you go. 

I just couldn’t NOT say anything when I saw the kinds of hits I’ve been getting.  It simply wouldn’t have been right.