I haven't had a meal in weeks (I only cook what we will eat so it doesn't go to waste) and haven't actually sat down to finish a glass in I don't know how long. The minute I sit down DH and the kids decide that everything is going to go to hell and by the time I deal with it, whatever I had is gone... If I sit down they big me and scream until my head is throbbing so bad I give in just to make the pain subside a little.
Then tonight, I very rarely buy sweets. When I do I try to get a little extra just for me, yet I NEVER get any of it. I got upset when DH walked away with the last of the mini Butterfingers I got, he threw the last one at me and called me a selfish bitch.
I just want something to eat. Something that is for me.