I suppose I can blame the indulgences on being an only child.
No, that’s not fair.
The psychiatrist said that I and I alone am responsible for the way I am. I’m not allowed to blame anyone else.
Those were the rules.
Vanessa isn't all that bad; she lets me call her by her first name, and she isn't a total ass like the rest of them.
She takes me on a lot of guilt trips, though. But, that's only because she knows it works.
I called for take-out. Vanessa knows it, but she didn't stop me. Funny thing is, I could eat all this stuff and not feel bad, but with Vanessa watching me, it turns to sand in my mouth.