I left my feeder boyfriend of 6 years.

Throwaway account for obvious reasons. So I (25f) left my boyfriend (35m) a month ago after 6 years of being together, it might be the most freeing thing I’ve ever done. I’ve always been fat, my whole life I’ve been quite significantly obese, its kind of meant that I never really had any real romantic interests growing up, like I fully accept that I was never anyone’s crush and I definitely felt shit about that. As a teenage girl it was really hard to take but I knew it was mainly because of my size and that o was quite shy. So I met my now ex boyfriend when I was 19, it was a uni night out and he was pretty much the only guy who’d ever shown interest in me, initially I thought it was some kind of joke he must’ve been playing with his friends since, I felt, he was wayyyy out of my league. I gave him my number and didn’t think more of it. But he actually messaged me the next day, I felt like all my wishes had come true, like he was so kind and funny and genuinely hot, I struggled to believe he was genuine. We went on a few dates and I had an amazing time on all of them. We’d probably been dating about 2 months when he admitted to having a fat fetish, he told me about feederism and how he admired bigger women. I personally had never encountered it before but I didn’t see the issue as I was bigger anyway, I was naive enough to think that eating more and gaining a little weight wasn’t that big of a deal and if it made him more attracted to me it was only a good thing. So I agreed to gain some weight for him, from the age of 19 until now at 25 I’ve gained just short of 200lbs (90kg), I am close enough to 600lbs (272kg) that I am scared for my health. When I bought these concerns to my partner he told me not to worry, told me I was beautiful and my weight was just a number. Regardless of how much I expressed concern about my weight he refused to help me change and would still encourage me to eat more than I needed to. I see how stupid I was now, I also see that he was a complete piece of shit who literally cared more about how big he could make me than he cared about me. I felt so betrayed when he refused to help me lose weight. I’m living with my sister now and have explained my entire story to her, my family had made comments while I was with him but I brushed them off, told them I was happy, they didn’t push any further. But my sister is helping me to get mounjaro and we’re starting to do light exercise. I feel like i can get my life back and hopefully lose weight, I don’t even want to be skinny, just healthy. But leaving my boyfriend probably made me feel more free than I’ve ever felt before. Please feel free to ask me anything you want to, I’m more than happy to answer what I can.