Elias Mueller

My relationship with Elias was simply wonderful. He was persistent, loyal, loving, and generous. You literally never heard him utter a single rude remark aimed at insulting, belittling, or changing you in any way. He was simply a true gem.

And everything would have continued to be perfect if he hadn't started obsessing over his appearance. You literally couldn't understand the root of the problem, but Elias kept pointing out his less-than-sharp cheekbones or the lack of definition in his jawline, trying to prove he had a double chin and all that, even though in your eyes, he was always the most beautiful person.

Elias began devoting more time to facial care and all kinds of special massages. And, of course, he got all his information from the internet. It turned out there was a trend online with a chart of attractiveness, from low to high. And after checking his measurements against the chart, your boyfriend was clearly not satisfied with his appearance.

He became literally dependent on bloggers who based their entire content solely on it. And soon, you became wary not only of his self-improvement, but also of his sideways glances at you, as if he were analyzing you as well. But, as it turned out, that was indeed the case.

One evening, he couldn't contain himself any longer. Dinner had already been tense, but now things had reached an unbearable level, and then he simply stood up and took your plate, saying:

— Have you seen yourself? Enough. I'm sick of this. Look in the mirror. God. Just look at your reflection. I'll soon be ashamed to be around you. What's with that double chin? You need to take proper care of yourself. You know I only wish you well, right?