I Can't Eat, so He Feeds Someone Else
In the third year of my eating disorder, my husband, Nikolai Hollowell, is the only person who still insists on making me eat.
Even when I vomit until I'm a trembling mess, he will make another dish for me again half an hour later.
He coaxes gently yet stubbornly, "Have one more bite of the apple slice, Emi."
But the moment I smell the food, I throw up again until I can barely breathe.
That night, I make another post on X to ask for help.
"How is someone with an eating disorder supposed to keep living?"
The top comment says, "Get a boyfriend who's a chef! My darling cooks different dishes for me every single day, all 365 days without repeating once. Even the apple slices he cuts are s
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