by Emily Wierenga | Feb 15, 2012 | anorexia, anorexia nervosa, commitment, God, love, marriage, prayer
I lie in red pajamas on the living room sofa, my husband, Trenton, on the other in his comfy clothes—his green-ribbed shirt with the hole and his fuzzy pants that have no waist. “Our good times were more than our bad,” he says in a voice that aches.“Yes, but our bad...