Joanne's POV
I don't know what to do about Maureen. When we cuddle in bed at night I can feel her bones poking at me through her skin. Mocking me. Taunting me. Like they know something that I don't.
I honestly don't understand where she gets her energy. She runs around all day practically manic, planning this protest and that performance. Calling me, frantic, if anything is amiss. Sometimes I think my lawyer job is easier than what she does. She's just so passionate about everything. If I was that passionate about every little thing the way Maureen is, I think I'd be edge of nervous collapse by now.
But whenever I try to say something to her about it… when I tell her she should take a break, relax a little, when I tell her she needs to eat more (or eat at all), she just gets so… evasive.
How many times a day do I hear her profess that she ate earlier, she'll eat later, she isn't hungry? I don't even know if this is something new, or if she's just getting worse at lying about it. From how skinny she's gotten, though, I'd say its been going on for awhile.
Oh my God, I'm such a horrible girlfriend for not noticing sooner! Maybe if I paid more attention to her, if I worked less… no. This is not my fault. This is something that is going on in Maureen's head, making her think that she has to be super-thin to be pretty, to be loved. Does she feel like I don't love her enough?
Ugh, this is getting out of hand. I need to help Maureen before she screws her life and her body up beyond repair. I just wish I knew how.