TW: Anorexia                                                                                                                                                                            This is based off of my experiences, and it's okay if its not like yours or the google definition, KAREN. Read it or leave it.

Lmao not me ditching this book for a while and randomly coming back to it. It's like 1AM and I have school tomorrow, help. 

    Grocery shopping was never easy for Peggy, from the overwhelming amount of food and numbers,It was just miserable. When she first started to recover from anorexia, she was living at home with her sisters. They would peel off all the nutrition facts from most of the food in the house. John didn't know this of course, and was very confused the first couple times he came over, till Eliza explained it to him at least.

    John turned to see his wife anxiously picking her skin, they were at the grocery store, a place that's never been easy for her, as she was still recovering from anorexia. She looked around, a few tears falling as she watched everyone else in the store, they all seemed to be doing just fine, it looked effortless.  She felt stupid; not being able to get through such a simple task. He nods to himself, grabbing the last few things they needed for the week before quickly checking out. By the time they got to the car, Peggy was crying in his arms. He soothed her as much as he could in the car, eventually just letting her cry while he drove her home. He carried her inside, not giving two shits about their nosy ass neighbors that were staring at them. John set her on the bed, wrapping a weighed blanket around her. "hey, lovely...gotta take the groceries in...will you be okay for a bit?," She nodded, feeling guilty.                                                                                                                     After a good 30 minutes had passed, she went into the kitchen to go check on him. John was on the floor, groceries surrounding him, hand peeling off the nutrition facts on everything he could. For what he couldn't, he scribbled out with a sharpie.  "I love you," She said, it was the only thing she could think to say, as she couldn't quiet wrap her head around the fact that he loved her so much that he would willingly spend hours doing such an unnecessary, tedious task for her to feel better.                                                                                                                                                              "I love you too,"