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allright, enough with my fluffy posts. This is serious. I am so FUCKING sick of this anorexia bulimia BULSHIT I could FUCKING scream!!!
For those that have read my previous posts, I have a girlfriend of a couple years and things seem to go well. She the coolest lover and coolest friend. But this anorexia bulimia shit always rears it’s ugly fucking head and screws it all up.
A simple trip out of the bathroom and a ‘how do I look honey’ turns into a nightmare for me. Yesterday, aftter retrieving her clothes from the laundy, she says ‘look at how much my clothes shrink when I overdry them’. I say ‘honey it’s too much. You’re way too small’. Biggest argument of the month fucking ensues. ‘Why would I humiliate her like that’, she asks. ‘You make me feel like shit sometimes’. What the fuck!!!
I can’t condone this behavior nor can I belittle her on it. It’s shit people have to deal with. But why the FUCK do I have to deal with it on a daily, hourly, second, FUCKING BASIS. I feel like letting her go but I can’t. It’s not her, It’s this FUCKING BULLSHIT of a feeling for her.
If she could only give up this desease, inner feeling, anything that could make her feel better about herself, I could go on. She’s the prettiest thing I’ve ever met, with a pesonality to boot, but she’s unable to see any of it.
I’m ranting.
She just left, its 12:15 a.m., and the latest argument, after a fun night out, revolved around whether or not I would stay with her if it got worse. I said hope we can make it.
BAM
‘Your’re not supportive of me. I try and try to be supportive of your problems and you can’t be there for me’. What? I’ve gone to her counselors meetings, I’ve gone to her groups at the hospital, I’ve paid and attended your nutritionist meetings. I’ve tried until it hurts.
It’s too far away for me to see the inner workings of the illness. I try. I comfort. I tell her I’m there for anything, and I am. But she can’t believe it. I’m not a sap but I’m not an asshole either. I try to help but it gets the best of both of us.
I go to sleep without the woman I love and an illness that’s taking everything away from me that I like.
I HATE ANOREXIA-BULIMIA!!! The bastard problems take everything. The pain you FUCKING cause.
Sorry to rant but I feel better. Sometimes typing shit gets it out of your system.
– Just had some time to cool out. Re-read the letter and couldn’t imagine submitting it, but after some thinking, thought maybe someone else can relate, spelling errors and all.
God it fucking hurts…
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