food for thought
Posted Mar 2, 2011 by anonymous | 128 views | 0 comments
I am 26 years old, in the summer of 2004 I confessed to my partner that I had been suffering from bulemia. He was wonderful, I couldn't have gotten through these last 2 years without his support. The trouble is he told me that if I didn't see a councellor he would have to tell my parents about what I had been doing. Naturally I didnt want this to happen, so I calmly told him that once a week I do actually go to see a councellor. I even tell him the kind of stuff we talk about. I have never ever been. Nor will I ever go. If he hadn't put pressure on me I probably would have. Sometimes I can go for months with out making myself sick, at the moment I am lucky if I can make it through each day. The way I get away with it is I am a healthy looking curvacious shaped girl. I want to stop so badly, but I feel like he thinks its all dealt with and I don't know how to tell him its not. I'm so so sorry.
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