Although he understood what I had been through, he wasn't equipped to pick up on how mentally damaged I am, or how ill I was, I had coasted along pretending to be this person he had thought I was when he met, but piece by piece I was falling apart, I can't blame him, I didn't understand myself.
I was drinking heavily, almost every day, but it never occurred to him as I was working, I have what I now understand to be dissociative disorder and my behaviour when I was in these states was dire... I was never violent or aggressive, but worst, I lied, I had convinced myself that my mother had died and told him this
he didn't have any contact with them so took my word for it.
He took my word for many things without knowing it was not even my word.
I'm not exaggerating when I say i tore his life apart, he was a beautiful person when I met him, he could not understand how I could do this to him when he demanded nothing more than loving each other, it was so simple to him.
And so impossible for me to accept or give.
It all came apart a piece at a time and the more disgusted and upset he became the worst I did, we stopped contact all together and I tried to kill myself, ended up in hospital and from then on my life got a bit better.
We stayed friends and one night slept together and this is where y little bundle of joy hailed from.
He is my best friend, but I also know that he has never had a chance to express his angry or hurt it anything to me, because when he needed to I was unable to understand or listen.
He used to be a beautiful person, he's change since being with me
Nd although I love my daughter I wish I had never met him so that he could have met someone worthwhile and honest who was well enough to live him back.
It makes me ashamed to think of what happened between us.