I have bulimia and have been active off and on for several years. Today will be the fourth day without bingeing and purging and I think it is something to pat myself on the back for. My husband on the other hand said to me that I am failing and that I need to do more. When I expressed the need for encouragement he said he could lie to me and candy coat everything if that's what I really wanted and then went onto explain that what he is doing is defined as tough love. Today his attitude is the same and he even proceeded to call me an idiot. I've been through therapy, we've been through therapy so I have all the tools and I know all my triggers, but now I am lacking support in my own environment. My husband is a recovering addict and even admits to having problems with his eating, but won't reenforce the importance of living one day at a time. I have contacted a few friends today and have calmed a bit so I think for the moment I am in the clear. I am more or less just venting, but will welcome any comments, suggestions, stories of experience, etc. Obviously the story contains many more details, but that's it in a nutshell. Thanks for listening.