Things keep happening to me in my life. It must be something I'm doing and I wish I knew coz I'm tired. I just want a normal life. I'm sick of fighting. My biggest fear is being lonley. I think I'm gunna push everyone away and end up on my own totally. Everyone tells me I'm the strongest person they know. I'm sick of being strong. Let me explain.
At 16 I didn't speak to my mum for 3 years. I loved this bf I had at the time, mum hates him. I thought she was wrong. We didn't speak for 3 years and in the meantime, they moved away and I refused to go. We are fine now. But who's family does that?! I pushes them so far.
The bf beat me up. Badly. The psychological abuse was bad. I left him when I woke up in hospital one day and my dad was there. They took me to their new home and it was never discussed. Not what happened to me. Turns out the bf was gay. Sleeping with men behind my bag. Everyone knew but me. No one old me.
I met my husband, fell in love, gor married. Developed horiffic eating disorder. Got better. Was hard work, but I did it. We moved yearly all around the country for dh's job. I always made friends but never really had a "home". Every time we moved it took another piece from me.
In 2009 husband cheated on me. One night stand. I went off the rails. Partying, drugs. We got over it and got back together. He pursued me and won me round again.
We moved to the other side of the country, he asked me for a baby. Well, we both wanted one.
I conceived last year, had a miscarriage. Conceived again. When I was 30 weeks pg dh moved to our new city for work. I was left in old city to finish work. Moved down when I was heavily pregnant to be with dh. Who promptly told me he didn't love me anymore.
Que weeks of hell. To cut along story short, I filled for divorce when my son was 2 weeks old. I've done it all by myself. Hes got a new woman, I'm sure he had her when I was pregnant but he denies. I don't think I care anymore.
Then to top it all, my best friend of 12 years has stopped talking to me this week. We have never had a row. It's over something silly and she has just Compleatly cut me off.
I've just handed in the paper work for my new home. I'm skint, have no furniture and it's gunna be hard. And I just feel like I'm sick of battling, sick of being brave. I want to know why these things happen to me. What it is in my personality? I wish someone would tell me! Why am I so bad?