Eating for love

Sunday was allways a great day, a great day of eating.As a child we try to get love and attention any way we can. So we look at which task we will be rewarded for and we continue to do it if we get what we want.She was a good cook his mistress, my stepmother. So it started with Sunday lunch.By the time a few years had passed I was up to ten scoops of mashed potato. The more I had the happier she seemed. Looking back on it now it should have been stopped.But it didnt end there. We had tea.Tea which consisted of all the cakes she had made and sandwiches and more.You had to eat one of everything, its just what you had to do.So became my learning about food and love.I thing its called abuse now.Then just to make things even crazier she would put chocolate biscuits ona plate in the cupboard and you were not allowed to eat them.So I would take them and hide them somewhere.Food abuse?