I have had a lot of toxic relationships. One was on and off again for four years and he constantly lied and cheated. Another he manipulated my emotions and kept trying to push me pst what I was comfortable with. A different one actually managed to push and manipulate me past my limits. The final one was a friend of mine who used my vulnerability and then used me. I almost gave up on relationships I hated love because I kept getting hurt.
However, now things are different. I am in a relationship with a man I love dearly. I’ve known him for six years and after friendzoning him for so long, I finally saw him and fell for him. He’s the man I am going to marry.
The other day, I had a bad relapse. I forced myself to throw up at work. I was so disappointed in myself. My recovery had been going well. I’ve gained weight and I’m eating more but even though I know I’m doing well, I hate it. I hate my body. I hate my weight.
When I got home to my boyfriend, I broke down and admitted to what I had done. He held me and listened to me y’all. He didn’t get mad at me, although he was sad. We talked while he held me and honestly, I felt a little better.
I’ve struggled with an eating disorder since the age of 12. I’m almost 22 and throughout all the time, I’ve always had issues with it. Anorexia and bullemia have always been part of my life but recently, I finally reached out to friends and people I trust to get help.
I left a toxic relationship. I left my toxic family and moved in with friends that I love. I admitted to having a problem. Slowly but surely, I started eating healthier meals and I try not to purge as much. I’m now in a relationship with someone who supports me dearly and loves me for me.
I know I will always struggle with my body but right now, it seems like recovery is possible.
I’ve been so ridiculously happy with him. He makes me happy and I never get tired of him. I feel like I always need to touch him and just being near him drives me crazy. We communicate on everything and we are incredibly open to each other. I really do love him. 💜
I haven’t binged and purged in a while. I’m eating two to three meals a day. I’m not obsessing over exercise. Things are starting to finally look up. I think I’m starting to be happy with myself.
I recently started dating one of my best friends and honestly, it’s one of the best decisions I made. He’s funny, cute, affectionate, and just as sweet as can be. This is his first relationship and while this is my fifth, it feels like the first. Everything with him feels so different from what I’m used to. In a good way. I think I’m going to fall hard for him and for once in my life, I’m not afraid to.