There Were Three Of Us In This

I Thought I Was The Luckiest Girl In The World. I Had Tremendous Hope In Me.

Everybody Knew About The Bulimia In The Family. And They All Blamed The Failure Of The Marriage On The Bulimia And It's Taken Them Time To Think Differently. I Said I Was Rejected, I Didn't Think I Was Good Enough For This Family, So I Took It Out On Myself. I Could Have Gone To Alcohol. I Could Have Been Anorexic. I Chose To Hurt Myself Instead Of Hurting All Of You.

You Can't Do Anything Good That You Don't Feel In Your Heart.

I Think When I Came Into Marriage -- Especially When You've Had Divorced Parents Like Myself... You'd Want To Try Even Harder To Make It Work And You Don't Want To Fall Back Into A Pattern That You've Seen Happen In Your Own Family. I Desperately Want It To Work; I Desperately Love My Husband And I Wanted To Share Everything Together. And I Thought That We Were A Very Good Team.

My Husband Asked For The Separation And I Supported It. We Had Struggled To Keep It Going, But Obviously We'd Both Run Out Of Steam.