you and john had been married for a while now, and you even had children together, but from the day you met him, you knew that he was insecure— insecure about his weight, insecure about his looks, just insecure in general.

and the bad thing was, so were you. the two of you were like the ultimate insecure couple, and that meant lots of arguments. plus, john wasn't exactly the best at comforting you about it.

sometimes he'd judge you on how much you eat, or give you less food on a plate, or tell you to put on some sort of makeup, but you tried not be sad about it because you knew that one of the reasons he did that was because he was insecure too.

one day, the two of you were eating dinner at the table in your dining room, with your two little (choose genders) called (choose names). it was rather quiet, other than the giggles coming from your kids and the occasional talk from you or john, since the two of you had both had a long, hard day at work. when you finished your plate, you asked john if there was any leftovers that you could eat since you really enjoyed the food.

"i don't think you should eat anymore than you've had, love. your belly's already bloating." he said in a tone of voice that was a mix of tiredness, irritation and judgement, not taking his eyes off of his plate as he spoke. he was only half-way finished.