This really. Sat here this evening thinking about life and where I'm at. I was previously married for 10 years and we had a child together. I stupidly and shamefully cheated on him, threw my marriage away and started a relationship with another man and we had a child together.
As karma goes, he turned out to be an abusive, horrible man, which resulted in me escaping and living in a refuge with my children.
I supposed I deserved everything that came my way for all the pain and total lack of respect I caused and shown to my ex husband, for breaking up our family home, casting him away like dirt off my shoe. He was a good man, husband, dad.
He's happily settled with someone now.
Here, I sit alone. 2 children in bed. Every evening is the same. I wish for a companion to talk to, cuddle, feel safe with. A best friend. What I once had.
I could never bring another man into their lives, into our home and safe space again.
I suppose I'm just reflecting on everything that I've done and coming to terms I will alone for a long time.