My Mother Never Loved Me

When i was five or six, until well into my teens, whenever i had trouble sleeping, i would slip out from under my covers and steal into the kitchen for bread or cheese. The most devastating words my mother ever spoke to me came when i asked her if she loved me. She answered, how could any one ever love you? It took me almost 50 years to heal the damage from all her ugly remarks. Recently discussing eating disorders with my therapis, i related a childhood ritual of mine. Intend it to be an amusing anecdote to illustrate how far back my eating problems went. I even laughed as i spoke, poking gentle fun at myself. When i noticed she was watching me