I am 50 years old and I haven’t led what you might call much of a life.
I married young (18) to my childhood sweetheart, we met at school. I know I got married very young as my parents were alcoholics. There was much fighting, worrying about having a roof over our heads, worrying if we would have proper food to eat.
I had doubts about marrying my husband he could be quite nasty but I thought no one else would want me, I felt so ugly and I wanted to get out the house, away from my parents. I remember when we moved into our own home (which we bought) I felt safe, and I felt at peace.
I have ALWAYS lived in a dream world. When I was a child, I would dream that my parents weren’t alcoholics, we would have a lovely home, I did well at school, I was popular at school, and I had lovely clothes and I was beautiful, everyone wanted to be my friend. Those dreams carried on into high school and into my work place and I still have those dreams now except I’m an adult.
Since getting with my husband way back in the day, I have had little crushes on other men, I’ve never ever done anything about it and would never do anything about it, (My husband Had an affair once so I know what it’s like to be cheated on) but I end up dreaming of what my life would be like if I had gotten with them.
I am angry at my parents for not loving me enough to give up alcohol. I just think my life would have been so much better if they were better parents, maybe I would have had some self worth, some self esteem. Maybe I would have done better at school rather than worrying about what would happen when I got home later that day. Maybe I would have had more friends because I would have had decent clothes to wear rather than all the money being spent on alcohol.
Maybe I would have stood up to the bully’s in school and In the world place. Maybe I would have stood up to my husband when he was nasty.
I get jealous when I see young girls out with their mums, shopping, going for lunch. Or see if you get girls just out enjoying themselves with their friends and going shopping, I didn’t have any of that. As soon as I was working I was saving for a mortgage. I even get jealous of my own kids because I make sure they have those opportunities, but I always think, why me? Why couldn’t I had those opportunities.
I heard my daughters friends talking about their gran taking them shopping. I never even had that. My gran was a very “well to do” lady, had money, Lovely clothes, Beautiful house, but was as stingy as sin and would see us going without. Oh she knew all about my mum and dad but did nothing about it. I always remember her comparing me to my female cousins, how they were so clever and so clean, so beautiful. I don’t ever remember her being very affectionate. I know she didn’t like my mum so I’m not sure if that was why she was the way she was.
So all this makes me so sad and angry and yes jealous. I KNOW there are people out there who had it much much worse than me, but I can’t help now I feel.
I’ve felt like this for years but recently it’s got worse.
I am so unhappy.