hoarding
So my mom came in and asked for some of my chocolate, as she often does. I had a bag with a few Dove pieces in it and offered it to her, and she said she’d take two. “Take all of them, I can just get more.” And she says “You don’t need to get more.”
I had a very mild freakout about that just now, eating the rest that were in the bag before I realized what I was doing. I feel much better when I have junk food around and can self-regulate, when I don’t have to worry about being shamed or scolded like I still get in the kitchen, when I know I can get more and not worry about it. Sometimes I hate living at home.
