No one has ever loved me.
I had an abusive childhood and my mum made it quite clear that she didn't love me. I was clear on that from being around 12 years old.
That paved the way for a succession of abusive relationships.
I had a relationship of about 12 months a couple of years ago. The relationship was never going to last long term for a number of reasons but I did, at least, believe that, for once, I was loved.
And yesterday I discovered that he had lied to me pretty much throughout about so much; cheated on me and, worst of all, lied about me to others.
I'm not even upset, tbh. It almost feels inevitable. I feel a little foolish for allowing myself to think it could ever have been real but I'm not hurt. I don't feel betrayed. I'm just sad.
I'm just sad that this is it now. I've got to middle age and not one person, from my birth onwards, has ever loved me. No one cared enough about me to protect me from the abuse. No one to scoop me up and hold me and reassure me that everything was going to be ok. No one who prioritises me as an adult. No one who gets excited at the thought of seeing me.
This isn't about meeting someone or having a relationship, this is just about, I don't know really, I guess the utter emotional desolation.