A ruined existence!

Once, not too long ago it was pretty well off. I was self employed and had my own little company.
The harder times after the startup were over for some year, and business was doing very well.
Don't get me wrong, I wasn't rich by what is considered rich in the medias, but for a former worker I was rich. I had a very large house, a few cars, a few motorcycles as hobby.
My company was more or less running on it's on, usually I worked a few hours a week, and it wasn't really working it was more checking things in the company, talk to my employees, or, in rare moments, had a business meeting with an important customer.
Life was good.
Now I got nothing left, I really mean nothing. I survive by welfare, I had to sell my house, my cars, my motorbikes, my company... everything.
And I am still heavily in debt. All of it because I was a fan of gluttonous women. Well that is not exactly true, a single gluttonous woman caused the ruin of my existence to be honest.

Since I saw her for the first time in an eating competition I was in awe about that woman using the stage name Sandra Nimmersatt. The way she looked, her MASSIVE belly, the greed, her stamina when it comes to eating – everything.
When I saw her the first time in TV eating I was shocked about how easily she won that competition.
All the other competitors sat after they lost there, with pain in their faces because of their overstretched stomaches, while Mrs. Nimmersatt was actually not only eating all the food avaible for her during the contest, but still devouring the leftovers from all others with ease. I became instantly a fan of her insatiable greed.
I traveled to eating contests where I knew she will show up, heard rumors about private eating sessions, how insanely gluttonous she is in them, and dreamed about stuffing her huge belly full.
I contacted her office but for some reason my offers for spending a meal for her were each time declined by it without a reason why.
It was depressing for me, but I didn't gave up. I wrote letter after letter, at times one per day. All I asked for was seeing her eat to her fully capacity.
I even flew over to Germany, looking for her there.
Well, yes, I was a stalker. I couldn't help it. I spent thousands to travel. Watching her in contests, trying to meet her. But doesn't matter what I did, for some odd reason I always received a no from her office.
Then, lucky me, I met her by accident in person. It was a Saturday afternoon and I was going to go home after I traveled to one of Mrs. Nimmersatt's contests and watch her eat. Of course she won, but I didn't expect anything else from her. If she shows up at such an competition the outcome is set.

I was on my way to the airport and wanted to buy something to read during the flight back home. When I left the book shop I saw this huge, customized van parking in front of it. I knew who owns it. I've seen it often. It's the Nimmersatt van. She had to be around somewhere, or at least her husband if not the eating queen herself. I walked around it, but it was empty, so I waited at the van, looking forward for things to happen. And then she and her husband walked around the corner. Her gigantic belly could not be mistake. He tiny husband seemed to be like a dwarf beside her, while the presence of her and the sheer size of her huge gut came towards me like a force of nature, which she truely is actually.
I knew this my moment, to ask her directly about some eating session. I ran over to the couple, introduced myself, telling them how big of a fan I am, and if I could invite her to lunch. I begged, I plead I even did pray.
Mrs. Nimmersatt gave me a stern look. „You must be the person sending me hundreds of letters the last year, right?“
What could I say, yes, I was that person, I told her that I had to do it, I am her biggest fan. The biggest fan she will ever have. Truth to be told, I think I became a bit angry. Telling her I am pretty rich, asking her if my food is not good enough for her, or what other reason she can have to decline all my offers.
At one point she looked at me... rather angry. And told her husband to let me sign the open contract. He seems a bit unsure, asking her if she is sure, but she just repeated her order. So her husband went to the van, coming back with a contract. I briefly looked over it, it stated that Mrs. Nimmersatt will eat and the the other contractual partner will pay the food. That's all I wanted, all I ever dreamed of. I didn't bother to read it all and just signed it.
What a fool I was.
Mrs. Nimmersatt totally ignored my joy and turned straight to the little italian restaurant close to us. She walked inwhile I followed her, overexcited.
While she rushed in, she just yelled at the waiter „Bring me ALL you got, and hurry!“
M god I was so happy, finally I was able to see the queen eating in all her glory. The waiters started soon bringing food. At first the restaurant manager came to Mrs. Nimmersatt to check if she was serious with her order, but she just told him to leave her alone and speed up the kitchen, she wants FOOD, FOOD and then some FOOD!!!
I was to excited to sit down, I stood beside her tables (the waiters pushed 3 tables together in front of her), watching her eat. And my god did she eat. Pizza after pizza after pizza. Plate after plate after plate of pasta. Salads, desserts, meat, anything the kitchen had. The 2 waiters of the small restaurant were constantly coming and going between the kitchen and Mrs. Nimmersatt. I've never imagined somebody could eat THAT much. At one point the waiters brought only pasta, all the other foods were already inside her gigantic gut. But then even that was over. I smiled, totally happy, my dream became true. But to my surprise, Mrs. Nimmersatt just stood up, pointed at me, said „He's paying!“ and walked out, telling me I will find her at the What-a-burger on the other side of the road. I paid gladly the bill. She had 127 pizza, 85 different servings of pasta, 152 salads. With all the other meals and desserts, the bill was somewhere near €4500,-!!! Damn, she can eat. I paid with my credit card and rushed out to meet her at the burger restaurant.