You lost it all

My first pregnancy was multiples; triplets until 13 weeks, then a miscarriage of one but the other two were fine. I’m not a very big girl; 5’2” on a good day when I first wake up and my spine is all stretched out. The pregnancy was rough; I had several medical problems and had to be put on bed rest. During this time, I gained a lot of weight that was partially real weight, partially fluid. I actually gained weight after delivery because I had to receive blood transfusions to keep me from dying. However, one year after having them, I was still 40 lbs heavier than I was when I conceived. Unbeknownst to me, my husband and his friend had a bet as to what I would weigh on the twins’ 1st birthday. Because I was nursing, the friend thought that I would be under my beginning weight, whereas my husband thought I would be 20 lbs lighter than I actually was. They both lost, and I suffered great humiliation when I found out about this bet. When my husband and I separated, I worked my ass off, literally. I lost 65 lbs in 6 months; I had a very active job, I watched what I ate, and I was chasing around twin toddlers most of the day. During this time, he and I did not see one another as we were living in separate states. When we did reconcile, he was absolutely stunned at my physical transformation, and for the first 3 days, could not stop raving about how wonderful I looked; I had lost all the baby weight and then some, and was thinner and healthier looking than on our wedding day. But then, he spoke the words that still hurt me to the core. “You look great, and I know you worked hard to lose all that weight, but you also lost all your tits and ass. Maybe you could get a boob job to get it back.” We have been divorced for 13 years now; our twins will be 16 this year, but to this day, those words still haunt me. No matter how healthy or unhealthy, thin or fat, happy or unhappy I am, they will remain forever etched in my brain.