Ionly realised how bad my hanger ( hunger-induced anger ) was when my partner, a kind and patient man, sat me down and told me something had to change.

We were in Berlin, and I still cringe to remember that night. We’d planned an early dinner but stopped for mojitos in the lovely summer evening, and by the time we got to the restaurant it was full. My hanger was gathering force – I wanted to eat more than anything in the world, while my partner simply wanted me to simmer down while we looked for an alternative. I knew I was being unreasonable but I didn’t know how to stop. We ended up having one of our worst fights on the streets of Berlin over absolutely nothing – except that I was hangry.

Hanger is a feeling that hijacks your body. It starts with a gnawing feeling in the stomach be

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