Better Have A Big Fat Apology, Part 3

(I am talking to my boyfriend one night when he suddenly asks about us going on a double date with one of his friends. I’ve been struggling to lose weight for awhile, and he knows I’m really sensitive about it. )

Me: “I don’t know. I hate going out to eat with people and being the fattest one in the bunch.”

Boyfriend: “Oh, you won’t be. [Friend’s girlfriend] is a little bit bigger than you.”

Me: “Oh, well.”

Boyfriend: *in an earnest tone* “Yeah, she just recently had a kid.”

Me: “So you’re saying I’m only a little smaller than a person who just had a child?”

Boyfriend: *horrified look* “Oh! No, no, no. I just meant that she’s…you’re smaller than…um, just, no.”

(Silence.)

Boyfriend: “I’ll just go move my stuff to the couch now.”