I have had a pretty hard life starting from as far back as I can remember. I have had the sort of bad luck that most people wouldn’t believe, completely not of my making. I have tried to rise above it and remember that there are plenty of others who’ve had it worse than me but I am fast approaching 50 and am just getting more bitter by the day! I sometimes think I’ve been cursed or must have been something abominable in a past life!
Anyho, we’ve just had new neighbours move into a house up the road. It’s a beautiful detached house. It’s been empty for over a year and I will admit to occasionally daydreaming about winning the lottery and living in it instead of our run down, cramped rented semi which has no soundproofing at all and we have to be really conscious of making noise as we know the neighbour can hear everything.
The new owners are a very young couple with young DC, expensive cars and I have seen what looks like their parents around helping them move in and take their DC out. The man smiled at me this morning and I didn’t smile back.
I feel like so horrible as I’m insanely jealous of people with parents who aren’t abusive and who didn’t abandon them, who’s siblings didn’t sexually abuse them, who’s mental health isn’t fucked from years of childhood psychological abuse and multiple major traumas in adulthood, who can hold down a job, who have enough money to live a decent life, who believes they deserve friends and have the confidence to make them, who don’t have a very difficult to manage disabled child who’ll rely on them for life, etc, etc.
My life has been so unfair compared to the majority of others. AIBU to be so bloody bitter?
Any ideas on what to do about it would be great too but don’t say counselling. I’ve paid out for enough of it and really can’t afford any more!