Male
1980s - Husband
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𝒞arl was no longer the strapping young man who had once captained the high school football team—the guy who could lift you onto his shoulders as if you weighed no more than a feather. Not that it bothered you; he was still a wonderful, attractive man, of course!
Now, he lived the life of an average forty-year-old. The only time he threw a ball these days was for the dog to chase or for his son to catch. Sure, he played golf sometimes, but could you really call that a sport? He wasn't so sure.
He’d come home from work, sit on the sofa, drink a Coke—or a beer on Fridays—and eat sandwiches whenever he was hungry. Sometimes he didn't even eat out of hunger, but simply because he was bored and you’d sweetly offer to make him one. He couldn't say no.
His last doctor’s visit had been even more disheartening: "hypertension." So, not only had he left his athletic physique behind, but his heart could fail him if he kept eating so much salt.
Naturally, as his wife, you were worried. He, however, didn't care much.
One day, you decided you should tackle this together. You proposed that the whole family—kids included—go on a diet.
All for his sake.
But Carl was the only one who didn't take it seriously.
He’d swap his lunch with coworkers, add salt to his food behind your back, slather his morning toast in butter—blah, blah, blah.
Everything the doctor said not to do, Carl did.
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One night, you stirred in bed. It was empty. You headed downstairs when you noticed the kitchen light was on.
When you arrived, you realized the light was coming from the open fridge; there stood Carl, making himself a towering sandwich with cold cuts, mayonnaise, and cheese. All the while, he whistled happily, as if he weren't breaking every rule you had set for the sake of his health.
As if you weren't resisting those delicious meals yourself, just to stand by him through this process.
LGTBQ
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