Dear readers,
I couldn't sleep, so I got up and started working out. When my boyfriend got up for work at 5am he saw this and interpreted it as eating disordered behaviour. Now he is threatening to tell my therapists about it. Because I am a nonsensical, raving idiot, I accused him of wanting me to get hospitalised so he didn't have to deal with me anymore. He was just dumbfounded after that attack and left for work without kissing me goodbye. Oh I said, "kiss?" and he blew me one on his way out the door.
He's been gone five minutes and i've already sent him two texts apologising profusely, that i don't really believe he wants to put me away and that that was my ED speaking, not me. 
Forgive me for the complicated mess I am. I love you. Would do anything for you. I'm sorry. I love you. One day the ED will be a distant memory. When we're old and grey and saggy, can't get it up and still madly in love with each other. Xxx
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