"Oh, you're investing extra energy into forcing a nice fun sweet pleasant simpy personality to honeypot the hot/white/rich/young (not mutually exclusive) guy who acts like he's too good for anything less, weaponizing your deceptive social skills to compensate for your... "lack in other areas?"

Seeing as how you're only nice to that demographic and have little to no fellow fat/female/ugly/poc friends. Let's call your nice pleasant personality for what it is, a fabricated status-climbing persona seeking to supplement your inability to cultivate self-worth without relying on external sources such as a trophy husband.

Are you not tired from living a lie for so long; maintaining that labor intensive social performance all throughout your personal life, since you're allegedly dating to marry and everything; on top of putting on that same persona for work? Do you not crave shedding that exhausting facade? You really think he'll put a ring on a roster bunny like you, seeing how you're laboring under the delusion that he doesn't know he can do better; despite your manufactured persona and all. You can understand why you can probably go as far as to guess that he's pity-dating you to fill a temporary space, with you being a stepping stone for entertainment, if not an outright burden he feels obligated to interact with because of how "nice" you are, right?

Personally, I feel tending to your own garden, working on the real you - under that weary mask of yours, and making healthier lifestyle changes would benefit you more, and him by extension, but if he's dumb/bored enough to humor your romantic performance, well then, keep dancing for him you cute squishy lil monkey, until he takes the last of your dignity. Or discards you the minute you run outta steam. Hopefully you'll learn to respect yourself by then. Unless you're really such a hollow husk of a soul that the benefits/prestige of dating him is more substantially fulfilling than any amount of soveriegnty over your own life.

Your hottie will also be due for his own lesson, when he gets replaced by the next generation of hotties after burning through his roster of victims and ends up alone at age 60... That's when he'll leverage his checkbook and excert whatever social standing he has left to maintain an iron grip on any hostages remaining in his network, in a delusional endeavor to simulate the sensation of companionship; I've seen buff millionaire playboys reduced to running meth dens out of their personal residence... choosing to allow stray tweakers to weave in and out of his dwelling and trample all over his life/boundaries because even that flaccid simulation of his "glamorous" past house pnp scene beats being alone.

Simultaneously/alternatively, your (ex) trophy husband converts to being a submissive bottom in his old age if he isn't already, yearning for the sensation of an erection buried in his gut to tell him someone still wants him, like as was in his smouldering youth. Your monogamous relationship will then be forced open, due to your shortcomings as a top. If you're both still together by some miracle then, there'd be no better example of company for misery than that.

🌬🔮🔎"