My marriage is unhappy as well. My wife is fat and getting fatter. Now, I know that is superficial, but the testament to my love is that I have been faithful and have not left her.
But I did not marry a fat person. I did not want to be married to a fat person.
Don't give me this garbage about how "it's what's on the inside that counts." My wife is fat on the inside too. She was never petite, but she used to be vibrant and alive and dynamic and amazing. Now, not only is she fat, but she wanders around reminding me that she is fat, that she is ugly, that she is disgusting, to which I lie and say, "Oh, honey, that's not true."
The fact is, if she were to revert to the person she used to be, to lose the weight, to come alive, to want to go out and do daring things ... and if that person wanted a divorce, I would rather have that than be married to the person I am with. I want her to be happy, and I would rather she be happy on her own than here with me, dragging me down.
I feel like I hate her, but I must love her because I know how much she relies on me and needs me.