I've lost 15 pounds since we broke up.
He's gained at least 10, from the look of him. Someone said they saw a couple empty boxes of cinnamon doughnuts in his trash the last time they visited him.
I look better than I've looked in years. I've gone down two sizes in jeans.
He looks fat. Well, chubbier. If it's comfort food, he doesn't look comfortable.
Why am I the one who feels unhappy and probably looks it, too?
His children come to visit him, something they wouldn't do when I was under his roof. He was unhappy about that when it was happening. Why isn't he smiling?
We thought we were unhappy when we were together. We're definitely unhappy now.
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