It’s been a while since I’ve posted. My Story is hard to tell. I’ve always wished this wasn’t my story, but I hear God’s voice calling me to tell it.
By the time I was 17 I was miserable and full of self hatred. I said in a previous post that I had so much self hatred that I could have fell prey to finding love in all the wrong places. It was God’s providence that this is when I met the guy that would be my future husband. A very good guy.
The thing is, he had no idea how damaged I was. He saw me the way I presented myself. I was good at hiding the bad.
Long story short, we married when I was only 18 (not something I recommend). He was a good man and would have sent me to college but I chose to stay employed at a job.
I wish that the love of a good man could have cured me, but that is not how it went down.
I continued with bulimia, hiding it well, even from him.