It's overwhelming me tonight. I can't explain. It feels like I have no roots behind me, and won't ever be a mother to a family of my own going forward.
I'm fine really, I have a lovely partner (who has a demanding work schedule at the moment - we are in a long distance relationship at the minute, I don't want to cause stress and worry about me when we're so far apart, it's not fair) who I am besotted with and who adores me. I know I'm lucky. I know I can still have a life full of different joys and excitement.
But when I think of families in terms of having children, or having a close family of origin, I feel so sad.
I was a mistake and not supposed to be born, and have to face up to that and the fact that I fucked up my mother's life - a teen - in a way. I am so, so glad I was born though! Grateful for my life even if there are things in it that cause me intense pain. But sometimes I feel like I took something that wasn't mine to take.