The Names Have Been Changed to Protect the Innocent

I need to clarify something.  My name is not really Betty and my soon to be ex-husband's name is not Dick.  All of the names in my blog have been changed as a way of protecting the privacy of my friends and family.  I chose the name Betty for myself because it was part of a nickname that my husband had for me....Sweaty Betty.  Yes, he is quite the charmer.  It was just his loving way of pointing out to me that I needed to lose weight.  Every time I would be eating more of something than he thought I should, or eating something he thought I shouldn't, he would start calling me Sweaty Betty.  It was really fun when he did this in front of our friends and family.  I guess it was supposed to be funny.  I never thought so...never quite saw the humor in it, but I also never let on how much it hurt.  For some strange reason that escapes me now I always felt that he was a good person and just had a weird way of expressing himself.  I couldn't let myself believe that he was doing it just to hurt me.  He was, concerned, yeah that's it.  In the end, his obsession with what and how much I was eating lead me to become a closet eater.  Every time he left the house I would be in the fridge and the cabinets looking for something to eat.  It didn't really matter what it was, just that I could enjoy it without being called a name.  I would buy contra ban foods and hide them in the house, then when he was out I would endulge to my hearts content.  Then the task of hiding the evidence had to be taken care of.  I had many secret hiding places in the house.  I have even used a half empty box of Pads or Tampons to stash something like candy wrappers.  I knew he would never look in there.  Then, every couple of months I would go through my closets and secret hiding places and dispose of the tell tale cartons, wrappers, bags and any other type of container that I had stashed away.  There were times when I could fill a tall kitchen can bag with my food trash.  Somehow I felt like I was getting back at him.  The end result of all this is that I ballooned up to being 100lbs over weight.  Guess I showed him!!!  I am happy to report that since that fateful day in February when I left him, my weight has been slowly decreasing.  Not by much, but enough to make me start feeling better about myself.

Well, enough about me and my "name" choice.  For my husband I chose the name Dick.  I decided on Dick...because...well... do I really have to explain?  I think not.  But just in case, here is a hint.  His middle initial is H.  And, it suits him in more ways than one.  After all, as you will learn more later on, it's the part of his anatomy that played the biggest role in our marriage falling apart and finally ending...and please, don't read anything into the word "biggest".  If you were to ask him what happened he would tell you it was mostly about money.  Which is partially true, 'cause I was none too happy to find out he spent over $400 to take his girlfriend to a luxury hotel in town.  Then there were all the trips he took to Vegas, Florida, Myrtle Beach, without me and the going out every night drinking his paycheck away until 2 in the morning.  But I do digress.  What was I talking about?  Oh yes, changing the names to protect the innocent, and the guilty in this case.  I have done this because I think its a good story, but I have been accused of...how was it put now...oh, I remember...Disseminating information about him and our divorce over the Internet.  I was threatened with a gag order if I did not terminate this behavior.  The funny thing was, up until now I haven't put anything "on the Internet" about any of it.  Well, hopefully he won't figure it out and have my behavior terminated with a big 'ol gag order. I'm not worried though, he's not that bright.