A Waist is a Terrible thing to Mind
Long slim fingers caressed the white lettered tiles. Drops of salted water splashed, before quickly drying on the expanse of metal. The owner of hands ignored the fallen water, but reached up to her cheeks to wipe her tears. Once she returned her hands to the keyboard, she began to type;
I am reluctant to share my story, I am reluctant to call it my story It is my point of view of a story, a battle that someone else has had to fight. Like a father in the delivery room, I wipe the brow of the soldier and do all I can do to help, but it is not my fight. Not my story. None the less it has been difficult journey. Not as difficult nor the same as my wife's but it is my own and it is the only story I can tell you.
My wife is sick. I know that it's not her fault she has this illness. But living with her illness breaks my heart in two. She and I have been married for 10 years. We have 2 children and a dog that looks and eats like a small horse.
My wife is the most amazing person I've ever met. Her specialties include making the best roast cookies in the state, and her homemade ravioli is to die for. She's so much more than her illness; I have tried my best to understand her disease, but a lot of the time, it's beyond my comprehension.
My wife claims she is ugly disagree, she is beautiful.
I feel so alone with my pain. This isn't right. And it isn't fair.
She should be OK.
But she isn't.
So in the meantime, I must somehow find a way to better support her and love her and let her know how important she is to me.
Anorexia will not take my Miranda from me.
Andrea moved the cursor and clicked post. She turned the screen on the Mac off and rested her head in her hands upon the desk. She wouldn't allow Miranda to know just how badly this was affecting her, he had to be the strong one. She had found the open forum online for this purpose, to talk about how she felt, how she was coping. To allow herself to be selfish when Miranda needed her to be selfless.
She got up from the chair, moved to the door for the study, flipped the switch off and proceeded to bed.
