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Topics: addiction, drugs, bulima, lonely, housewife, marriage, divorce
Anonymous user Thu Jun 14, 2007 12:26:08 PDT
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0 responses 0 comments You hear about celebrities having it and doing it, but what about us regular people?

Being in high school in the 80's, size did matter, the boob size! I was fat with huge ta ta's and most guys wanted me just to feel or see them. This tore me down. I went downhill from there.

I dated many guys, not sleeping with any of them until I met my future husband. Days after I turned 18, I quit school to get married. Looking back, I only got married to get out of my parents house. But I went from my parents house to his parents house. Which we lived with them for years until we finally moved out on our own. But then he couldn't get a job with anyone except for my father. That didn't last long, but in the mean time since I was left alone on my own I didn't eat much while he was working at night I lost weight and felt very good about myself. Which led to my first divorce.

To go back a little in time, I went back to school because I didn't want to be a known as a high school drop out. I had a choice to get a GED or my high school diploma, I chose the diploma. I received it two years later then I should have gotten, but I am a high school graduate.

After my first divorce, yes my FIRST divorce, I moved back in with my parents. At that time, my friend and I went out during the week. Which escalated to parting everyday of the week. We did so much parting that the bar owners were are best friends. So was every other guy in the joint. We wore the least amount of clothes possible. We wanted attention, and we got it. During my life time, I had a different boyfriend every week. Most I slept with, a few I just used for what they could do for me.

Eventually, I met that one guy that introduced me to 'crank'... It was great, I stayed thin and didn't want to eat. I didn't look for the drug, but I dated many guys that offered it. Or I befriended the bouncers at the clubs just for that reason.

Early 20's I should have been a drunk, but I never craved it. I never craved the drugs. But I liked, no, loved being thin and wanted by men. I ate it up. When I dated the guys that didn't do drugs, I discovered a new way of staying thin. Vomiting. Vomiting a lot. That was great too until it went all wrong. I lost teeth, I lost my bone density, all my teeth are loose and my future is going to be dentures. The dentist informed me of this recently. But then, partying all the time, I didn't take very good care of myself. Staying up until the sun came up, even without drugs. I would go home and literally empty the fridge and go to my bathroom and puke it all back up. I would eat so much that I would look months pregnant. My bulimia lasted for nearly 10 years. Until I met my current husband, which he gave me an ultimatum. Loose the problem, or loose me. My decision was easy, I loved him way more

More (lots) to come, you will learn about the title for this article... to be continued...

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