My sister wrote me yesterday to say that my cousin Lucy had died from anorexia-related complications. How very sad. Lucy was my age, and very beautiful when we were younger. She married a very rich restauranteur (owner of Chez Jay in Los Angeles). He made her absolutely miserable, abusing her both physically and emotionally. She stayed with him. Why? I don’t know – we’d grown apart. Perhaps because of the money. Perhaps because he destroyed her confidence and her hopes. But the end result is that she became an alcoholic, and an anorexic, and now she’s dead.
Moral of the story: don’t let life pass you by. And never let anyone destroy you. Walk away, and build a new life.