blah. food...hates me...and I think the feeling is mutual. stress...I was just informed that the abuse I suffered as a kid...that I thought began when I was 4...apparently was going on before my memory caught on...and by the parent I thought was the protector of my child self. I'm trying to deal...to tell myself that life now is the same whether I know that information or not...that I shouldn't let it affect me now...so hard to convince myself. I almost cried...because honestly all I want is a hug...and I NEVER cry...very rarely will I hug with the exception of one or two people...I fear that this is bigger on a subconscious level than I want it to be.