At the weekend whilst drunk, I told a friend/ neighbour about the tricky start to my relationship with my now husband. I was in my late teens when we met and was just out of a violent relationship. I also suffered emotional abuse by one of my parents throughout my childhood so safe to say I was pretty messed up at this point.
When DH and I became a couple, it was a long distance relationship and I basically carried on acting like I was single. I treated him so badly at this time because I genuinely never believed anyone truly cared about me. I suppose I was self destructing.
A few months into the relationship, I realised how stupid I was being and that in fact, this person was the first person who had shown me that they really cared. I sorted my life out at this point.
I’ve since told DH everything and he forgave me so it’s not a secret as such, but I told my friend everything when I had too much to drink. She’s also a friend of DH’s and I feel like I’ve somehow betrayed DH all over again.