I'm 31, married with a toddler and since I was 18, have had an Amazing life with a very lovely man (now husband). I think I'm having a "wobble" this year though and really struggling
I had a bad childhood. My happy memories are with my grandparents, on both my mothers and fathers side. I had a horrible step dad and my mother didn't put a stop to it. I didn't see my Dad growing up. I have reconciled with both parents now but I find myself really struggling with my mother. Now I have a little one, I don't understand how she could allow certain things to happen. And I remember barely nothing - just a few things. She always says how she regrets the "awful things" and if I ever want to talk she's there. But I don't want to. I don't want to relive it. I'm scared of what it is. What I remember is bad enough and that's tiny percentage. When she says that I spend hours crying and days in a bad mood. But even when we have a nice time together I'm not truly myself around her, and I look like and idiot - I am acting out for "no reason"
Then this year I lost my Nan (mothers mother) and Gramper (Dads mother). I was so close to my Nan, and she is the only person in the world I told absolutely everything too. I speak to her daily and visit her grave often but the pain is immeasurable. I have no idea how I will live the rest of my life without her. So I am trying to process that grief. The grief for my Gramper is completely different. Guilt. He was amazing to me growing up and I didn't see him as often as I should in later years. I feel awful that he cared all that time for me, and I didn't for him. My Gran (his wife) is still here with dementia and I really struggle with visits to her because it's very painful. I missed a visit today and tonight I wish I had gone. I feel so guilty. I keep telling myself how selfish I am. They were always there when my parents were awful and now I'm not there for them. Just to confirm my dad was there, I have never missed if I was the only one.
In addition to all this - I cheated on my husband. A few days after I found out my Nan was terminally ill, I was going on a works party and couldn't wait to get drunk and "forget things" for a few hours. I have kissed someone I work with and more since which is even worse. And my husband is absolutely amazing. The other guy has since told me he has feelings and I realised in that moment I have none for him. So what the hell am I doing?! Gambling my life for absolutely nothing. I do get excited when with him - the thrill of something new - but im not even attracted to him. What does that say about me?! No self respect. No dignity. I've never cheated on my husband before and we've been together 13 years. It just doesn't make sense why I am doing it.
I don't even know the point in this post, I just don't know what im doing and I obviously haven't told Told my husband or anyone this and it's just eating me alive (and rightly so). I feel like I'm on edge and about to breakdown at any point but most frustrating to me is why. Why am I doing this and trying to ruin my own life. A life I have tried so hard to build to get away from my upbringing....