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I have asked my beloved husband, who does the grocery shopping, not to bring all the junk that I will binge on home, yet week after week he does the same thing despite my requests.  I asked him, I told him, I firmed up my voice, I scoured, I was nice about it and then I wasn't nice about it.  I asked him what his interst was in my gaining weight since that it what was happening, and his reply was that you love raisen bread, you love cookies, you love brownies--I thought I was being thoughtful.  So I said this is what I think of all of what you think I love, and I picked up the kitchen garbage and out everything went.  While I was doing this I was counting the money that he had spent on it, as well I was also reminding him this is what I do with my daughter when her eating disorder and taken her over and she has no control.  I then went in my closet and cried--thinking what is so damn hard about getting the concept of allowig others to be themselves?  If I ate the food and went and purged it like my daughter does would that be a stronger message?  Well I see what happens?  Of course he apologized, why does it take some people so long to HEAR others? 

So as a part of my love letter to him today will be to read this, somehow reading gets throughto him while I feel like I am talking to a wall.   So Honay, put a whole in the wall--or just take it down--I would love that much more.