The food of love and grief

When you're grieving, people are usually trying to feed you.  But many years ago, in an attempt to outrun my terrifying grief, I got involved with a man who wouldn't let me eat. To leave him meant I'd have to grieve again--so I stayed in a relationship that was controlling and toxic. I did, of course, get out, and I wrote about this relationship, masking/changing the person's name and profession--but not the cruelty--for The London Telegraph --and many thanks to my stupendous UK publisher, Allen and Unwin, for making this happen!