Mom hid anything that tasted good from me and Macy. We had a fridge/freezer in the garage that she locked up with a bicycle lock. Part of it was to hide alcohol for my sister, but let’s be real, she was hiding ice cream from me. She and dad would hide cookies, chocolate, chips in their closet so we couldn’t have any. I think they locked the really tasty shit in their safe. Yeah, I know, WHAT THE FUDGE. Their plan failed immensely. Psychologically speaking, when you tell someone they can’t have something, they want it even more. Like dangling a mouse in a cats face! I’m telling you, having a “treat” was a rare occurrence on mom’s watch. And when we indulged in a treat, we got the LOOK. Sleepovers and holidays were the best. We got to eat like normal kids. The problem was that I would stuff my face because it just tasted good, okay? I don’t blame my mom for my binge eating entirely, but I would be lying if it didn’t affect me. I know I’m an adult and I am in control of my actions and emotions.. or am I ?