squirrellee69
Well my story begins back at my childhood. I come from a very abusive childhood. My real Mom had mental problems and my Father divorced her and remarried my Stepmother. She was cruel to say the least. One of the things she did was use food as a punishment and reward. If I was good in hermind I may get something but if I wasn't (and in her mind this was most the time) I went without. She never made more than one small piece of food for us and if we were hungry, a second serving was never allowed or made for us. She locked the freezer and inventoried the fridge and cupboards so she new if ANYTHING was missing. So began my struggle with food. When I finally was taken from my home at 18, I pigged out on everything I was never allowed to have. I was always anemic and skinny before but now I started getting pudgy. Even when I had food around me I always had great fear that I was going to go without food again so I never stopped buying it and feeding my pain. Fast forward to now. I have all kinds of medical problems due to my obesity and food addiction. At one time I was almost 350lbs!! I am finally doing something for myself with having bariatric surgery. I refuse to tell my step mother (yes, she still is in my life 
) One of the last things she told me was quote "I knew I treated you like sh*t but I saw your Mother treat you like that and felt oh well, maybe you would love me too" I thought how sick of an apology that was. She is still the meanest person I know and constantly makes fun of my weight. I have to admit though that I have been happily married to my husband for 25 years (I got married a year after leaving home) and very blessed. He gives me all the support I need and I am so ready for this change!!!
