I'm well into middle-age now and I find I'm still afraid of confrontation or disagreement or argument. Not in the workplace, not with friends, not anywhere in fact - only with husbands. This is my second marriage and a repeat pattern has emerged. I believe it is possibly due to a feeling of abandonment I had as a toddler - or am I being fanciful and am simply a weed? I am obedient and loving but increasingly a doormat. An aggravating, yes-woman kind of a doormat. My Mother was ill and when I was about 18 months, I was sent to foster parents. No further contact with my Mum; my sisters sent to a different home and my Dad visiting every Saturday afternoon. When I was three, I was sent home again. No cross-over or integration, just one day I had a Mummy, then she disappeared. Then I had a different Mummy, then she disappeared and I was dropped off at a new house to another Mummy. I haven't explained too well, I did write a story about it agypsieswife.wordpress.com/2013/10/21
I'd be really glad of some feedback if you have, because I'm starting to realise that I'm a shadow of my former self and increasingly miserable.