This thread is massively inspired by another thread, as you'll probably be able to tell.
I'm expecting to get completely flamed for this as I've seen how the other one went. I just hope some people might be able to show some compassion although I know I don't deserve it.
Im not trying to make excuses for my actions but it is relevant. I was emotionally abused throughout my childhood and by the time I reached adulthood, I had absolutely no confidence or self respect. In fact, I hated myself. I was plagued with eating disorders and when I got to the age where I started drinking, I did so excessively. To the point of not knowing where I was or what I was doing. I had an awful group of friends at the time too which didn't help matters. I suppose you could say that when I reached adulthood, I hit a self destruct button. My first boyfriend was a terrible person who used to make me sleep with him numerous times a day or he would get annoyed at me. I tried to leave him but he blackmailed me with pictures he had of me. Luckily I finally managed to break away from him after a year but my confidence was at an all time low. I felt that all anyone wanted me for was sex. I was ugly, fat and all the other things my mum had told me I was, so that was all I was good for. When I was 19, I met someone. I was a state of a human being at the time but somehow he saw what was beneath all of that. He worked away so we didn't see much of each other. At the beginning of our relationship, and when we were exclusive, I carried on drinking myself into oblivion and sleeping with other men. This is absolutely disguising behaviour and it is inexcusable. It makes me feel sick to my stomach when I think back. A few months into our relationship, i turned a huge corner. For the first time in my life, I realised I wasn't all these things I thought I was and that i needed to change now or my life would completely fall apart. I stopped drinking to excess. I took myself away from my group of friends and I started believing that the guy I had met actually liked me and wasn't just using me for one thing. At the time, I was so afraid to come clean because he was the first and only good thing I had in my life. I realise how horrible and selfish that is of me. We are now a decade down the track with kids in the mix. I have been a entirely faithful the whole rest of our relationship but I do carry enormous guilt for the horrible person that I was and for how I treated him in the early days. I don't really know why I'm posting as I know no one can solve this for me. Many times I've considered telling him but I don't want to break his heart. In fact he once told me, in a hypothetical conversation (when discussing a friend's situation), that he wouldn't want to know about a mistake like that in the early days so I don't think he'd want me to tell him. I just can't forgive myself though. I suppose that's my burden to bear. I suppose I just want to offload because keeping this inside is just awful at times.