Thank you everyone for your Christmas wishes. Its amazing that you took the time out of your own Christmases to wish me well, I did read them, (though I didn't get the chance to properly reply) and I am so touched.
I am still in Cornwall, It is the first day my friend has had to go to work, so DS and I are just chilling at hers while she's out. Taking the opportunity to come on here.
I found Christmas really, really hard, and I am glad its over, really glad. my friend was lovely, but there's nothing like forced merriment to dampen the spirits! I cant tell her how fucking miserable I was, as I didn't want to ruin her Christmas. It was really nice what we did, but I have just felt really down the whole time, and its been really hard to whack on a smile when all I want is to lie in bed and wallow and cry.
It is lovely that she was Skypeing her boyfriend, and that she's happy, I am pleased for her. Shes done really well down here.
It does make it hard though when she is of the "he's just a bastard" frame of mind. Also she fully admits she cannot be without a man.
Yes I know how he treated me, all too well, but it isn't the case that he's just a bastard, that's it, end of, and move on and find someone who treats you like a princess. Its just not that black and white and painless.
I think maybe I should have sent DS to his dad's (well, his Dad's parents') and gone to bed at home and pretended Christmas wasn't occurring. Forcing myself through it just increases my existing dislike of this time of year. Its almost turning into a phobia.
I can't wait for it all to be over. I hate New Year as well, all the insistence on partying and resolutions and it somehow being something other than just another day. I also sit and imagine how happy 'he' will be, having a great time and celebrating getting away with it all. How I've "lost", how him and all his 'mates' will be laughing about it, at me. Telling everyone what a liar I am. I have been so punished for telling the truth.
I am fucking dying inside. I hate this time of year with a passion, and it is only DS' excitement and loveliness that has kept me going. I don't want to hand him over to his father, who didn't even ring him at xmas.
I don't want to go home to my cold empty house, but I don't want to stay here and be in the way of my friend when she has her BF home and all her friends down for New years eve.
I just want to turn my head off and wake up a year from now able to function, living away from everyone without this weight on my chest.
I foiled a panic attack on a day out with friend and DS, kept breathing, shes great about it all. She is 9 yrs younger than me though and sometimes I feel so world weary next to her. I am very glad to have her though.
I guess I have just had a bit of a rant! It helps so much to come onto MN, I cant do this in RL.
The New Year looms like an awful bleak, blank page, of having to hold it together and hard work and dragging self inflicted loneliness. Of coming to terms with the fact that I've lost. Of enduring the punishment I got for 'telling'.