Weighty Issues

The man in the basement and I had "the talk" about his weight. 

He knew it was tough.  He realized that I couldn't please him due to restricted access the last time I made the attempt (well over two years ago). 

That was, maybe, seventy pounds ago.   If a man knew that eating more salad would get his mind blown more often, why would he eat so many Little Debbie Snack Cakes? 

I'll never understand the priorities of some men....unless he's gaining the weight because he doesn't want me touching him.  That would make sense. 

I don't know. 

How does a friend help a friend in need? 

Do I have to get super hot and ride a bike sans undies in front of him? 

No, I can't find a trail that private.  I don't want to scare the youngins that frequent the national park with the frightening reality of aging bodies. 

It's quite scary to see saggy skin when you're that young.  I saw my 85 year old grand aunt run around naked when I was 25; I decided from that moment forward that I would start wearing support. 

What to do?  what to do?

Should I pray that he finds a hot girlfriend that would make wanting to lose weight worth it? 

Maybe....

I'm no prize pig...maybe he needs someone worth the effort. 

As far as the business, he reasons that the more money I make the less he'll have to support me. 

He's offered to help me financially...but...

he needs a car without a broken front seat...the broken seat he has is held up with bricks.  I fear whenever the children ride in it.  Think what would happen in the event of a crash?  Those bricks will go flying all over the place. 

he needs help losing the weight...

I can't take money for a business if it kills his ability to stay safe. 

How do I reach the man? 

Maybe I shouldn't even try. 

I do have a friend that wanted to date me.  We went to high school together and I had a crush on him before I met my high school sweetheart.  As much as we like to talk to each other, I think this man has finally realized that he can only handle me in small doses.   We both have OCD and are a little too fond of hand sanitizer.  Hanging out with him is like looking in a slightly dented mirror in a house of perversion.  We bring out the most inappropriate feelings in each other but we could never act on it lest we get our hands dirty and have to dive for the rubbing alcohol or the confession box. 

He's an excellent friend and he gives the most stellar advice.  He also keeps me incredibly faithful as neither one of us like dirt (emotional or physical).

He's a Pisces, so he's hyper-intuitive.  He always knows when to call and what to say.  When he asked if I were available to see him, I told him 'no' and said that I'd decide what to do about my marriage after the election. 

He recently called to ask how that was going. 

I told him that I couldn't move out right now.  Like a precision inquisitor, he drilled it down to the reason. 

My estranged spouse still lives in the basement.  His father is dying.  The man is unhealthy.  He doesn't have a real job.  He needs his space to do his own thing and figure out what he wants.  I can't distract him with lawyers in a time of crisis.

His reply was akin to, "there really is no hurry to destroy your life".

He's right.

I'm so lucky to have a friend like that.  I'm surprised he hasn't been snatched up by a lovely young lady by now.   It won't be long. 

Love goes on....no matter what happens in love or how we deny our feelings, our hearts won't allow for a void.  If I don't fix this relationship or end it, the universe will bring someone to either me or my ex that will force that decision.  It's been over three years, I don't know how long this can go. 

That's weird...
I just got an email from a 73 year old man telling me that I was pretty.   I may be pretty on the outside, man.... but the inside needs a little work. 

Love,

S.