I slept with five men while my husband was away in Afghanistan. I feel horrible and have kept this a secret. I could never tell him because he would be devestated. Please help me.

So I had a bad childhood. My father did some bad things to my mother, and still to this day I feel guilty, thinking it was my fault. I didn’t see what was going on. I was oblivious ot my mom’s pain. I still feel horribly guilty for being selfish most of my young childhood. Now I do binge eating, but I don’t throw it up. I jsut head a bunch, then for a couple of days I’ll go eating minimum. I feel as if I’m not worth anything. I take pills some nights so I can just sleep. I’ve had a break down every night this week. I feel like I’m a horrible person who doesn’t deserve any happiness. I want others to be happy and if that makes me miserable, fine. It’s what I deserve.