Sunday, September 25, 2011

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!


Kristi said...

Caroline, that was so beautiful it made me cry.

Elspeth Futcher said...

It is horrifying to realize what we willingly will subject ourselves to rather than be alone. What a brave story for you to tell.