@Springflowers2 what an interesting and insightful post.
Yes, abuse is at the heart of a lot of our woes IMO.
I had a supremely happy childhood. I was a slim child, a slim teenager and a slim bride.
But my first husband terrorised me and abused me, for ten years.
I eventually escaped from him with my two children, but I was addicted to benzodiazepines by then.
I got off them, then got addicted to food. It was in the 1990s that I started to pile the weight on. I gradually went from a size 10 to a size 26.
I added in an addiction to online gambling for about six months but managed to beat that.
I carried on eating and eating. Went back to diazepam. Married my next husband and had two more children.
I thought we were happy but he left me (for a man) which was a terrible shock.
Then I met my third husband in 1999. He's the one who has just fucked off and left me. I stopped taking benzos about ten years ago.
Now I've stopped eating too much and I'm back down to a size 10. I'm actually a size 8 in most things now.
It's been a long road. I'll b be 70 next birthday. I'm still shocked that my husband left me in September, but I'm kind of okay.
We (on this thread) have all been damaged in one way or another, mainly by awful men.
But we've built a strong community on these threads and we support and help one another.
It's my son's fortieth birthday today. I must ring him up.