This weekend that just passed, my boyfriend told me that he didn't know if our relationship could continue at this trajectory.

We've been together for 6.5 years, and we've been living together for maybe about 3 years. I have slowly devolved from a vivacious, passionate, lovely young woman into a fat, sloppy, miserable shell of my former self. When we met, I was in a good place. It was a fleeting moment, I suppose, because a few years into our relationship I started to totally lose control of everything (there are reasons for this, but I'm not really in the mood to go into it at the moment ). He has stood by my side this whole time, and he has been very emotionally supportive.

But this weekend he told me that he didn't know for how much longer he could handle it. He said that he couldn't watch me give up on myself every day. He wasn't angry or mean in any way -- just honest. It cut to the core to hear it, I feel nothing despair over this. I don't even blame him -- I don't know that I would feel any differently if I was in his position.

As it stands, we're still together, but the situation is precarious at best. I don't want to lose him. I know I have to fight against myself (not just for him, for myself), but I am not confident that I can do it.

I just feel like everything is falling apart.