My mother's trying to go this way. She was 5'5", never over 120 my whole life, her happiness in life was being a mother and especially wife.  Then my father not only cheated, but she found out he'd been cheating since day one. And he had another child with a fat, ugly, disgusting cow. She broke after. If the one guy you ever loved wasn't going to love you when all you've ever done in life is make his life better and easier, what was the point anymore?  My sister is following suit and has a husband who is an open piece of shit rather than a secret one. I guess so she can't be surprised like my mom. I love them both, but I hate them for letting themselves give up and be fatasses. I don't trust guys either now, but I'm not gonna let my body turn to shit because of it. It's MY body. It's not for someone else's pleasure. It's for my health. It's so my knees don't hurt, so I can go up stairs without huffing and puffing, so my blood pressure is always good.  But to them, I guess it doesn't matter without a dream prince that never existed.