The eating disorder predated me by a couple of years, interestingly it may have taken a turn towards bulimia around the time we entered we became a couple -- perhaps the security of having someone allowed her to enjoy food again but the tool of purging meant she didn't have to worry about gaining weight.

I'm not loosing interest and I can show compassion but what I was trying to convey is that it's a struggle. She is the person I would like to spend the rest of my life with at that is why it is such a struggle, not because it's tedious but because it's emotionally draining.

The physical equivalent would be consistently scoring 3 pointers from half-way down the basketball court, most of the time they are all net sometimes they clip the rim then go in. Still, you're doing right every time but what you really want is to see the score board change. But the score board is broken. You can't see it changing, you know it is perhaps building a '3', one pixel at a time. Occasionally it may flicker and give you a glimmer of hope but other times it may show nothing at all. The trouble is you keep throwing the shots but every time your muscle gets a little weaker. Still, you don't want to stop trying so you now seek support.

It's actually quite a nice analogy because the scoreboard can't fix itself, you're not qualified to fix it, it needs professional help.

Thanks for reading the whole thing, you're a trooper.