Breakfast.

I just wanted someone to tell me to eat breakfast. Inside I was screaming. Hoping someone would remember that I am nearly helpless in the area of "meal time". I sat, heart pounding with anxiety and anticipation that when my mom put away her morning cereal she would remember her daughter hadn't eaten yet. I was so close to escaping Ed at some moments of the day that I was able to eat if someone mentioned these events that I have heard occur at least three times a day:  "breakfast", "lunch", "dinner". Lunch and I were never good friends. Who eats in the middle of the day anyways? Like seriously no one has time for that. Snacks? Ha. Funny. If I don't deserve a meal why on earth would I deserve a "snack". But breakfast. Breakfast was a good friend.