Of course everyone has hard times. Even the basic things, that happen to everyone like someone they love dying.
I often get told I have a charmed life. Because I am very private. Only my best friend knows more about me. Friends I have known for years don’t even know things.
Things like my mum had a severe mental illness and took me and my siblings and disappeared and moved us around every few weeks. Dad left her and she decided that meant he could see us either. After a few years of this her parents found us and brought us home and looked after us including mum. Then we lived just us kids and mum and we became her carers, he meltdowns were horrifying. You could never know if she would be my mum, the women that loved me so much or the monster that hated me. Eventually, Dad moved back in because of the strain. Mum eventually accept help and was well for the last 20 years of her life and she was amazing. But my childhood was spent on egg shells and in distress.
people don’t know one of the men mum moved in at this time sexually abused me.
People don’t know my first husband was abusive. Sexually, emotionally and financially. They don’t know I had 2 miscarriages. That when I left with the kids I lived on a friends sofa for bit til I set up a house. I ended up having to give up work for a year due to ptsd. I went back to work but had to take a much lower paid job and struggled alot to get my kids to a school, work, deal with the ex and was just completely overwhelmed.
They don’t see that this last year has been horrific since mum died, suddenly with no warning. They don’t see it’s brought loads of issues up. They do see me working and smiling and laughing and still coping. They don’t see me laid in bed on a night crying myself to sleep.
What people are is that I am now in well paid job, company car, dd at university, ds doing well in school, spend my time walking my 2 dogs, they see that I have time to do the school run or can wfh when I want. They see my lovely boyfriend who soes his best to support me. They don’t see the 15 hours days I put in. Or the calls I take on annual leave. Or the emergencies that come in at 1am. They don’t see that my life has made me independent to a point it’s, probably, damaging. That I don’t tell the lovely boyfriend that if it wasn’t for my kids, I think I would prefer to not be here. They don’t see that I have a huge front. They don’t see that all I want is someone to look after me. I am really good at being there for others. I know my best friend and my boyfriend want to be there for me, but I won’t let them. Even though I want it.
But I am lucky. I can pay my bills and have money left over. That’s more than a lot of people have who have had worse times. But sometimes it’s really distressing when people think you have a charmed life, because of what they see. The Joy I have comes from knowing I am giving my kids opportunities I didn’t have.
Like I said, only my best friend knows the list here.