They weren't fat at the beginning. It's funny how the fatness sneak up on you. One minute you with your fit dime in the honeymoon stage, get engaged/married then you wake up one day and she's 30lbs+ heavier, "relationship weight."
The personality and the experiences be A1, so you overlook it. She's your ride or die. Ain't nobody out here.
"Everyone slips up, she'll get right."
She buys the work out machines. She makes the shakes. Signs up for pilates. You see progress.
Then she's pregnant.
At this point you're 5 years in. Baby came through. You're so infatuated with the new baby, you don't notice the sperm whale next to you.
She then has no time for exercise. Baby comes first. She's hungry. You bring her food on the way home from work. She eats a whole course meal in one deft move. You eat a single cheeseburger, waiting for her to fall asleep on the couch so you can jerk off in the bathroom with the shower running.
Years pass. She reaches her final form. 25lbs+ on top of the 30lbs of relationship weight.
You're locked in. Multiple kids. Too invested.
You take shamu out for lunch and a breh sees you. Goes home and posts on the coli..
"Can someone explain to me the point of a fat wife?"