What do I do when Ed unexpectedly shows up for dinner? I thought I had locked him out for good — twice. Yet here he is again.
Our first encounter happened when I was just shy of 18. Ed seemed to sense my loneliness and approached me during a late-night stroll back to my dorm. Although I would later realize I should have been frightened, he felt comforting, like a long-lost relative. Over the years, he kept me company at the Off Campus Deli, where I would nervously tear at the edges of my turkey sub, lost in thought.
He accompanied me in silence for hours, wandering through campus on Spring Street, College Street, and the Quad, just so I wouldn’t feel alone. I thought it was such a sweet gesture. While I ran 10 miles a day, seven days a week, he encouraged me to push harder. On Friday nights, as my peers indulged in pizza and beer, he would lie beside me, whispering sweet nothings that somehow made me feel special. But as time passed, everything shrank. I found it impossible to leave the house without him, and he suffocated me with his presence. Eventually, I mustered the courage to ask him to go.
Years later, at 37, we collided again by chance. Now as adults, we both had changed, but the comfort of familiarity drew us back together. He sat with me as I sketched, waited in the car to share his opinions after therapy, and entertained me with tales as I pushed food around my plate. Yet, there was a consistent theme in his narratives—his presence was my lifeline, as if I ceased to exist without him. Ironically, I asked him to leave once more.
My relationship with Ed was strangely productive, providing me with a false sense of control in situations that felt unbearable, like dealing with the trauma of assault at 18 or escaping a toxic marriage at 37. Though he was my confidant through the darkest moments, ultimately, he nearly took my life. I came to realize that this had been his intention all along.
Now, at 48, Ed has crashed my dinner table again, this time uninvited. He’s found a new target: my barely 18-year-old daughter, who meticulously picks potatoes out of her clam chowder and removes the crust from her grilled cheese, arranging it to create the illusion of having eaten. With a slight smile, I can almost hear Ed’s whisper, enticing her, as he attempts to ensnare her too.
So, I find myself wandering in silence until the early hours on nights without the children, pondering how to save my daughter from this familiar monster. I roam Parker Street, Main Street, and around the village near the Baptist Church, desperately seeking answers for what to do when Ed returns for dinner tomorrow. As I grapple with this harrowing reality, I catch myself thinking… maybe if I just lose some weight.
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In summary, the journey through the shadows of an eating disorder is fraught with challenges. As I navigate my relationship with Ed and watch him target my daughter, I am reminded of the importance of vigilance, understanding, and the pursuit of clarity amidst confusion.
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