Desperately Wanting Comfort Food

[Guest guest]

I'm sitting on my deck swing on a sunny, fall afternoon. The sun is showering

golden sparkles across the river. I'm fighting to keep tears from sliding down

my cheeks. On this beautiful river, which has been my place of peace and joy, my

husband and I spent many sunny boating days with our kids through all the years

they grew up. Then, he decided he'd be happier with someone else. Today my kids

have gone up this same river to visit him on his boat. I have been told that no

one but him could ever want me and he wouldn't want me if I was the last woman

on earth. He is there where we have spent our lives together, but without me and

with our kids and his wonderful new soulmate wife. It is killing me. I couldn't

hurt more if I'd been hit by a Mac truck. As a former compulsive overeater, I

have been fighting the urge to use food to shut down the pain. I just needed to

say this. Thanks for listening.