I’ve just turned 40. I’ve wasted the last 20 years in a miserable relationship. I had an unhappy childhood and met him after a string of boyfriends that weren’t very nice, he seemed like the best of a bad bunch. I look back and realise how young I was, how there was no need to tie myself to anyone so young. But tie myself I did. We bought a house, and he went from being occasionally difficult and confusing to a nightmare overnight. We have two children together. One of our children is autistic, absolutely lovely but the entire weight of fighting for his diagnosis/EHCP/planning his school transition etc has been solely on me.
I have no other family. I have lovely friends who I’ve known all my life and speak to most days but they’ve all got their own kids and lives. I work part time in a boring admin job and as pathetic as it sounds I find even that too much. I’m beginning to wonder what the point of life is. I’ve never been happy. I’ve never known what it’s like to actually be loved and I know I never will. I have never enjoyed anything, even as a child I was so anxious and aware my family didnt like me so I was always trying to be who they wanted me to be, on repeat for years being treated like shit until one day I called them out on it and we have never spoken since. My own parents were happier to lose me, never know my children, rather than have any kind of honest conversation or acknowledgment of any bad behaviour on their part. What does that say about me?
I just go through the motions of life and wish I could start again knowing what I know now. The knowledge I can’t do this kills me. I just have to carry slogging on getting treated like shit by my so called partner because I can’t afford to support myself and the kids without him and I have nowhere to run to. The so called best years are way behind me, what is there to look forward to? Really? What’s the point?