I will write more in my journal but the short story is my DH has been poking and prodding and giving me all kinds of crap about my recovery. That does not make him responsible for my actions. For two weeks now I have been keeping quiet about how he has been making me feel,in paticular to him because the conversations are just fights and there is just no frigging reason to fight. What are we fighting about anyway? Time. How I choose to spend my time. Anyway after being sequestered in for the evening I was mad, and the more mad I got the more it wanted to be let out. No it was not bingeing that is leading me to the road to **** its purging of all things
From there its just beating myself up, over and over, and over. So I am sad and tired and kinowing that none of the food games I play will solve my problems. The thing is they numb me out and keep me from facing them.It takes alot of effort to play poor me and not surrender and give over to doing the next right thing. So here I am. Whipped and trying to reach out. 19:59 CST,19 April 2004 one minute at a time I begin on the pathway to my abstinence and finding my joy and my connection to God. Just one minute at a time.
Yours always,
Chris




HP will guide you through this rough spot!
DH lost an old friend recently too (hadn't spoken to him in years, also). Maybe you could make a scrapbook in his memory?
through an entire meeting. 

