PaulPallazola
January, 1985 Portsmouth, New Hampshire
I’m a very forgiving person. Friends have told me that I was crazy to stay with Revere Girl after the Pearl Harbor day Fiasco. Her infidelity hurt but I wanted to believe that she wanted this to work, so I gave her another chance. Marie felt if we could keep our relationship a secret from all of our coworkers that maybe it could workout, and she told me she had a big problem she needed my help with…
Revere Girl had gone to a doctor about her eating disorder. He had told her to keep a journal over a weekend of what she ate & to have a trusted friend keep her from going to the bathroom for atleast 30 minutes after each meal. The weekend would be an eye opener. I was dating this woman who in my eyes was beautiful…in her eyes she was fat. I couldn’t understand it. Every place we went to guys were checking her out. Still she ate like a bird and did so many aerobics classes that she had passed out & been taken to the hospital after messing up her electrolytes.
So our first weekend getaway as a couple after seven months of on again off again dating we were in a Howard Johnson’s in Portsmouth New Hampshire. She felt secure that she could do the journal the doctor had told her to and not freak out her family or other friends. It was strange cause we would go out to dinner but it would seem like work. I was amazed how much food she could hide in a napkin from a simple salad and felt amazed that I hadn’t caught this in the months we had been going out. So in between several unusual dining experiences we played tourist…got our fortunes told by a psychic in Seabrook a half mile from the nuclear construction site I had been arrested at, then visited the State Liquor Store to get a quart of Stolychniya & some grapefruit juice. Did some shopping in the Kittery outlet stores & hung out in our hotel room drinking the best that Russia had to offer. Revere girl said she was going to tell her friends we went skiing. I thought that was funny since we didn’t have skis & my Pontiac Phoenix didn’t have a ski rack but I said okay.
I was genuinely freaked out by how little she ate & how somebody who looked so pretty could have such a negative self-image. I wanted to help but wasn’t sure how & I hoped that she would seek to work on the bulimia thing & not get sick.
