Well after all these years he did it. He threw me down on the floor and stuck his hand over my mouth and nose for gosh knows how long. I was turning colors and getting stars and felt a stroke coming and knowing death..

I have been talking to the crisis counselor at the womans crisis line for the last three days to distress. I am now so chemically screwed up from this. It hasn't happened in four years. My bulimia is in so such full force. I am feeling like death. Not suicide but just worn out and upset like a shaking tree.