I don’t know why I do the things I do but I need some serious help and I don’t know where to start.
I’ll start off by saying I was sexually abused as a child. It’s not an excuse it’s just a fact. I always pride myself on being a “strong” person and everyone in real life that knows me probably looks at me and thinks I’ve got it all on lockdown. When the reality is, it’s just not the case.
When I was 18 years old, I got a phone contact and an overdraft and store cards and I completely just fucked it off. I wasn’t bothered about paying them off. I guess I felt like the universe owed me
Something to make up for the piss poor childhood I had. Even though I had a job and could of paid. I didn’t. Which resulted in my parents bailing me out and I vowed never to get back into that position again.
This was at the same time I then met my EXdp and father to my DD (10) things moved pretty quickly and within 6 months we were living together as a couple at his parents house he was a lot older than me, and it quickly became apparent he himself had his own issues not just with Debts but drugs also all of which I swept under the carpet because I loved him, or maybe I needed to be loved I don’t know. We were together for 3 years before I fell pregnant with DD and we moved into our own home. Everything was going okay as far as I remember. It’s a bit blurry. He cheated on me a lot. He would get angry (never violent) if he didn’t get weed and when DD turned 2 he left me for OW. In a home I couldn’t afford and then the Debts started rolling in that he hadn’t been paying. Council tax, rent, utilities, phone contracts. All in my name.
EXDP then quit his job and it was all down to me to pay.
6 years Since then I had entered into another relationship where as for the first two years he relentlessly cheated on me. Again I forgave. But then came along the money issues. I stopped paying my own council tax. Took our phone contacts that I didn’t pay. Credit cards. Store cards. Stopped paying utilities. Again. I could of paid. I just didn’t . And I don’t know why.
When ever I get depressed or anxious I do really stupid impulsive things to try and make myself feel better. But in the end. I’m locked up in my house afraid to open my curtains in case the bailiffs come knocking and they know I’m at home.
I want to pay these things back. I want a new life one free of going round this endless circle of feel bad>spend>feel worse>spend.
I need to break the cycle. I just don’t know how. And I don’t know why i do the things I do.
I’m heading for rock bottom.