I've posted before about the relationship I had with my mother/parents growing up and the impact it's having on me as an adult. My mother was EA to me and my dad. My brother was golden child. My dad was PA to me alone under the strain of the EA of my mother and because he didn't know any better.
My mother told me I was worthless and unlovable and all the reasons why. And I am. She used to tell me all the things about me that would mean no one would ever want or love me. They became my beliefs and I accepted she was right. So I only ever dated dysfunctional men. I didn't feel I had the right to screw up a 'decent' man's life and I didn't feel I could genuinely attract one. On the rare occasions a decent man showed any interest, I felt guilty that I'd misled them about my worth, or thought they were taking the piss/looking for something casual with a woman who didn't matter, and rejected them. I did become attached at times, but I didn't fall in love and I didn't expect to be loved in return. As long as I could find someone who tolerated my company and wanted to fuck me, I felt that was as good as I was ever going to get.
Life went on, I thought I was improving and I met someone I believed was almost a decent man. I'm now 4 years out of an emotionally and financially and sometimes physically abusive marriage. I knew he didn't love me when we married but I thought that if my mother thought someone loved me, she might start to think I was worth something after all. It didn't work. I'm single.
Out of nowhere and very unexpectedly, I had a brief blossoming 'something' with a man I have known for a while this year. It started around last Christmas and it went cold very quickly over one weekend in the summer. It never moved out of the "something there that wasn't there before" stage for a number of reasons, but there was definitely something there. He is a good and decent man. It feels very much like he had a wake up call and thought, "wtf am I doing!" when he'd spent more time with me and realised what I'm 'really' like. He has also seen my lack of worth. And I feel hugely ashamed and heartbroken that I am not good enough.
It's just destroyed me. I hadn't put any expectations on him, I don't really work like that but, for the first time in my life, an intelligent, attractive, successful man, the sort of man I think I probably should want, was showing an interest and I was able to reciprocate. And other people could see it too. And now I feel that he has seen the real me and I have plummeted so far down in terms of how I feel about myself that the depths of sadness/lack of worth and value I felt before feel like shallow waters now.
My friend is cross and tells me I have rewritten the experience I had with him, but it is what it is. She tells me I should take the positives from it, but I really can't find any. She tells me I should take what I have learnt about myself from it, but I have only learnt that I was right all along. I feel foolish and cross with myself for allowing myself to believe that his feelings could ever have been genuine. I don't want to see him again, which is causing me problems because he is part of of my social group and, although we don't get together often, with the Christmas period approaching, I don't want to see him so I'm already turning things down. My friend thinks I should take time getting to know myself and finding things I like about myself. I agree, but there is nothing. I really can't think of a single thing. She also thinks I should take the compliments people give me to help me and not twist them into something bad in my head and use these to help me. But I don't receive compliments. She says I do and that I just don't hear/accept them. But I have wracked my brains and replayed entire conversations/evenings and I still can't remember a single thing that might have been a compliment.
I am weary. I was brought up without love. I am living my adult life without love. It hurts. It is physically painful every day. I drive to and from work in tears. I went to a friends house last night and when I got there, I spent 5 mins in the car with tears pouring down my face and my heart breaking. I couldn't go in until it had stopped and it wasn't noticeable anymore. Then I put on a smile and carried on as 'normal'. I hide it but the emptiness, sadness, knowledge I'm unlovable and the loneliness physically hurts.
I don't know what I want from this. I can't afford therapy. I've looked into it and it's not something I can do. I can't go on knowing that this is never going to get any better.