Yes. Ummm.... Where to start.... I got accused of "stealing" food in my own home so whenever Im at a friend's house I sit there quietly and don't move because I don't want to "steal" the worse part was I didn't even touch it. Then there was supper. It's call digestion. "you didn't eat all your food so that's all you get because you must be full" yes I'm full but in about half an hour I'll be starving because I digested it. Instead after stuffing my face until just about puking I still got to sit there and watch the rest of the family have dessert. Then there was school lunches that she stopped sending with me so I'd get food from my friends.
And now I completely hate everything to do with eating except preperation.
Although I'll never believe I'm good at it. I physically don't taste food the way other's do. I taste it but it's dull and doesn't register as "good". Anyway that's probably because when I was 14 my brother went to Toronto for surgery and mother went with him. That left my stepfather (who was at work),my grandmother (that sat on her ass all day) and me (going to school) and somehow it was my job to cook food for everyone with zero prior knowledge and my stepfather walking to the table then turning around and walking away with nothing more then a disgust look on his face.
Fuck the both of you worthless assholes.
(edit: I didn't go into all the problems this in general has caused, like how I can go a couple days because I just completely forget to eat or I'm just physically not hungry or interested. Although I think that sums it up. It's made me into a snaking person I don't like meals.)
(edit 2: I forgot. I got home from school one day to find my mother had spent the day baking and each one said " 'willow' don't touch". There was 5-10 different baked goods and out of 4-6 of us, I wasn't allowed to touch them and only me. (I can't give an accurate number because I don't remember if my grandmother was living with us at the time or if my second brother was born yet))
