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When Your Feast Was My Famine
You were famished, and I fed you. You grew strong, then you devoured me.
Dear Disordered,
I did not know.
I did not understand until after you were gone.
But in the months after your abrupt departure, I learned many new things, and I want to share them — not for you because you do not hear Truth, only your own voice and the sound of that insatiate lust that drives you to distraction. You do not hear me or see me or feel me. So, it is for all the others who also suffer because of your kind. It is for them I share this cautionary fractured tale.
Once upon a distant time in a Texas town, there was a boy who was badly broken and a lady who was forever lonely. Both had suffered at the hands of those who were supposed to protect them, but failed and hurt them instead. . . in many ways too terrible to tell. Each of them learned to cope with the pain in different ways. The boy closed himself along with all his shame and fear and rage while the girl closed herself along with all her suffering and sadness and loneliness. To survive, he acquired a mask, and she acquired a stoic resignation. They folded into themselves and locked it all…
