At night when my husband is asleep, I sneak out of the apartment and go and buy a ton of food and eat it all and then throw it up. I have been bulimic for about 10 years and only married (and living together) for one. He thinks (without me saying anything) that living with someone has magically cured me of my devastating eating disorder. I love eating huge amounts of food and then making myself vomit more than him.