Faddit ham tries turning human, gets food thrown on her by ham boyfriend. So, this Faddit ham wants to lose weght, but her obeast boyfriend freaks out at her attempts. "My 27M boyfriend, Alfred, and I have been dating for almost 5 years. Just a few months ago, I was comfortable with my weight and decided to get serious about losing it. Alfred seemed to be very impressed with my progress in just one month, and decided he wanted to join me in my attempt to live healthier. We started counting calories and planning our meals ahead of time. We get out of work at different times, so Alfred goes to the gym to lift when he's let off at 3, and I go for a run about two hours later at 5. When I'm done with my run, I whip up dinner for the two of us. Everything was working well for the first 4 months or so of our endeavor. Yesterday night's dinner was very different. I decided I wanted to challenge myself on my run yesterday. I told Alfred first thing in the morning about how I wanted to run for an extra hour later than usual, so I'd be home at 7 PM. I said I could still make dinner, but he INSISTED to cook dinner so that we could eat as soon as I got back. Cool. I was excited for my run that evening. During my run, however, I pushed myself too hard and ended up cramping so badly that the last 20 minutes or so of my run were just unbearable. I ended up finishing anyway and made my way home at the agreed time of 7PM. When I got home, I collapsed on the couch humorously and my boyfriend Alfred came into the room and asked when dinner would be ready, and that he's starving. I looked at him surprised and said I thought we agreed that Alfred would make dinner tonight. He huffed rather loudly and said that he forgot, then hurried into the kitchen. When I finished washing, I came downstairs and waited with Alfred in the kitchen as he cooked something in the oven. He asked how my day went and I excitedly told him about my run, even though I had to stop a few times, and that I was proud. He didn't seem interested at all, and when I mentioned I had cramped earlier, he muttered something about how he never cramps during runs and how he can run for hours without stopping. I agreed with him and said that I should start taking running more seriously in order to get better, and he immediately shot that down, and said that I 'really need to quit losing weight' and that it's better if I 'stop running altogether'. Obviously this was very left-field, coming from him, and appalled, I asked if everything was okay and how the gym was going for him, if there was anything he wanted to talk about. He brushed me off with "It's fine" and "Don't worry about me". He pulled dinner out of the oven and it was an incredibly stacked pile of lasagna. The thing is, I'm allergic to most dairy and cheeses, and Alfred KNOWS this. I say, "Babe, thank you for making dinner tonight, it looks delicious and you worked hard on it, but you know I really can't possibly eat this" and he shrugs and cuts me a HUGE slice of it and puts it onto a plate, and slams it at my spot at the table. "If you don't like what I make then you can go make something yourself. How am I supposed to know what you want?" At this point, I'm getting fed up with the attitude, so I go to the fridge and pull out some leftover steak and bring it back to the table. As soon as he sees my plate, he drops his fork on his plate like he can't believe his eyes. "Is this about that healthy shit?" He shouted at me. I said no, it's because of my allergies that I can't eat it. He goes on and on for what seems like 10 minutes without me getting a word in, all about how tired he is of eating healthy and how I'm 'disrespecting his cooking' by not eating the lasagna he made (that I'm allergic to), and how I need to take a break from eating healthy sometimes or else I'll fall off my diet and gain 'all that weight' back. I reiterated that his cooking is great, but hey, I shouldn't eat something I'm allergic to and said that if he wants to stop eating healthy with me, he can. No sarcasm at all. At this point he just stands up and flips the plate into my lap and storms out of the dining room and goes to sleep without even finishing his dinner that he didn't like me 'disrespecting'. WTF? I slept on our couch downstairs because he had even locked the bedroom door that night. When morning came, he made a plate of cheesy eggs-- again, something I can't eat, and something he once said he doesn't even LIKE-- and that's when I spoke up and said I really wanted to talk about what happened last night and why he felt it was okay to throw food and make rude comments. He ignored me and left the house without even offering to tell me where he went. It's 8:40 as I write this, and he still hasn't so much as answered a text or returned a call. I'm really nervous and don't know WTF his deal is or how to even proceed when we're both signed on to the lease for at least another 3 months. TL;DR: My SO's behavior towards food has become strange; he got mad that I didn't want to eat a plate of food (that I'm allergic to) he made for dinner and threw it into my lap. This behavior is VERY unusual for him. Now he won't speak to me and hasn't come home, and I'm feeling incredibly anxious. EDIT: Sorry if this seems a bit open ended, I know that it's a lot of text but my reason for seeking advice is if anyone could help give me insight or past experience on how to proceed from here if this is the first time he has ever lashed out like this "