All I gained in the meantime was a so called friendship with an Eating Disorder. This friendship escalated. It turned into a full blown love affair, if one can even refer to its eating disorder as a love affair.
My ED was the only thing I knew. It was the only thing I could communicate with. I felt lost from reality-based living. The only thing that I had was the secret we shared with one another. My bulimia did not have a voice; therefore, it was not going to tell. I could continue this life for years to come without anyone finding out.
My story continued.
