I met my (now estranged) husband at university. I admired his confidence even though it would occasionally slide into arrogance which weirdly I still respected. I had an abusive childhood even though I would characterise my parents as loving. As soon as their lives got hard their kids were an easy scapegoat- I’ve experienced hitting, punching, spitting, hair pulling, objects thrown at me etc. Yiu name it.
I think this is possibly why I hate myself. Despite being conventionally beautiful and intelligent (grammar school, first class degree) I think I am repulsive.
I’m sure this is why I ran into my ex’s arms. He was an escape. When we met I went to the gym, would style my hair daily and wouldn’t leave the house without makeup.
I’ve had an okay career but it’s definitely been hindered by ex’s career. We did a stint abroad which was very limiting for me.
Ive always wanted children but ex would often degrade me when he was angry. We would have quite massive fights but he’d quickly apologise. I told myself if were able to go two months without an unacceptable interaction between us then i would go off the pill. But that never happened.
When my mum married my dad she was stunningly beautiful and confident. She literally could have been a movie star. But she became an absolute shell of herself due to my angry father. I promised I would never end up like her.
I have now left ex. And have started divorce proceedings. My bill and sister are very gracious in letting men stay with them rent free and treat my stay as a pleasure.
But I feel old and depleted. I’ve let myself go. I am just so anxious. I look back and genuinely can see how I wasted my 20s. That makes me panic like you wouldn’t believe. I have to force myself to fake laugh in social interactions. I am so lethargic. On paper I know I am still young but I don’t feel it
I really need some encouragement. Mumsnetters can be so wonderful.