Hello,
DH and I are struggling to conceive he has a low sperm count. I am angry and crying every day. I cry at work, on the bus and occasionally in the middle of conversations. I have also started punching walls, punching my stomach, breaking jewellery and phones.
We were married a year ago and it was a disaster. My mother stole money from us and the priest skipped parts of the service. The whole thing was a shambles and my one hope was to have wedding pictures to display around our home. The wedding pictures were so bad I threw them away. A friend I asked to help me sort through them to try and pick a nice one for framing actually told me not to bother sending any more as it was upsetting her. My wedding was supposed to be the start of my new life. My FIL accidentally ripped our marriage certificate, I knew then we were doomed.
We bought a house unknowingly next door to a problem family. The primary school age boy screams abuse at his mother and you can hear their television through the walls even at 4am. We have tried to confront them and they were verbally abusive. We’ve lived here since March and I have not opened the curtains once. I also wear earplugs all day when I’m indoors.
My family are abusive and when I was younger my parents had physical fights and we would call the police to stop them. My mother hated me because I wet the bed and was physically violent with me. I’ve always wanted a proper family and I feel like the universe is against me, I think I’m cursed only bad things happen to me. DH agrees that our entire relationship has been very difficult. His parents sent nasty emails about me to try and stop him from marrying me. They’ve tried to apologise but how can I forget what they wrote? I think the universe doesn’t want me to have children. I can see why my children wouldn’t want to be born. I’m poor and fat and ugly. I imagine them each month trying not to be born so they won’t have to be disadvantaged by being mine. I’m convinced if we ever get pregnant they will be serial killers or criminals and it’s better that I can’t have them.
DHs brother’s wife is pregnant and they have a beautiful home. I know that I will be forgotten and left to live in this hell hole. No-one cares about me, I will always be second best. I want to be better, funnier, kinder, thinner, calmer and happier. I am a walking disaster. Everything I want I can’t get. I was trying to pick some grapes the other day and I couldn’t get them off the vine. I thought that if I was beautiful I wouldn’t struggle to pick the grapes. Just typing that makes me feel like I’m mad.
I am tired and angry all the time. My GP has put me on sertraline and mirtazapine but it doesn’t help the pain I feel. I am utterly, utterly miserable. I can't stop crying and I just want to not do this anymore. Please help me.