Eating disorders are no joke, but dating someone who has one can be fucking hilarious. My ex was tall and beautiful, and I could swear I saw her eat all the time. But according to friends and family, I’m not much of a listener—if a girl I just met said, “Hey, I think you should know that I have a serious eating disorder and I don’t want help,” chances are I didn’t pay attention to any of that. So since I’m used to ignoring the obvious I thought this lady must be that first ex-wife I’ve been waiting around for. I even introduced her to my parents. Then things started to slip.
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