So how do I stop myself?
This is about the boy (let’s call him Jim) who bullied me at school but I also had the odd confusing ‘thing’ with. He was the most popular, good looking, sporty, from a wealthy family. He married his childhood sweetheart, moved to another country, bought a beautiful house and had beautiful, talented children.
I married my abuser and had kids (later diagnosed with SEN and developmental trauma) just as I was completing my studies. I eventually left and had to raise my kids, one of whom was very violent towards me, on my own with no financial support and with my own health conditions. Things are better now, I managed to buy a flat in a crap area but we are secure which I know is more than a lot of people have.
I know life isn’t fair and there may be people feeling this way about me when looking from the outside in, but there’s no denying that Jim has been a very lucky bastard. I had to hide his SM years ago so I wasn’t always reminded of the disparity. But very occasionally I will see something through a mutual friend and it will trigger intense feelings of jealousy and failure. I don’t feel like this about anyone else, even those who objectively have things better. I don’t know what it is about Jim - maybe because his words from back then still affect me now.
How do I stop comparing myself and be happy with what I have?