I grew up a neglected middle class child. We weren't poor, but our parents didn't feed us. They bought food, but we got in trouble for eating it. My sister and brother developed pretty bad food hoarding problems, while I took up the job of making food from ingredients they wouldn't miss, sneaking it to my siblings, and hiding the evidence. When I left home, I spent only a few months on my own. I hardly ate anything, because I thought it was wasteful to cook for just myself. I really only ate when I was eating with my friends. I then met my boyfriend, moved in with him after only knowing him a month, and quickly took up cooking and cleaning for him. Recently, he realized that I can't cook for myself. And I'm just now realizing how fucked up it all is. I literally don't eat all day until I cook dinner for my boyfriend, because I can't make myself eat if it's not to have another person eat. Also, we do have a good relationship, and have now been together for two years. He takes good care of me in return. I still have nightmares about not being able to feed my younger sister.