Tonight, I realised that the thing that gets me the most/eats away at my core is the time wasted, the years that I spent so much energy trying for little result, and that those were such important and defining years - having nothing to show for it at 58.
About 15 years ago I met a man in another country. After visiting him for a couple of years, I moved to his country and gave up everything, left it all behind where I was from. Friends, family, lifestyle.
Things were great for awhile. We got married, found a great job and was flying high. Seemed like I had it all and was on top of the world.
Things fell apart when he became unemployed and refused to look for work. After 2 years of carrying everything myself, we decided to move across the country. Moving seemed to reset everything; at least temporarily. We moved again to the city for my work. He was still unemployed. He wasn’t looking.
I kept saying this was it and I was going to leave him; Not saying it to him but inside myself and then things would get a little better and I held off.
Things weren’t going all that well in the new city anyway. I’d left the friends I’d made behind and found it hard to make new friends. My DH was my only friend. You can probably see where this is heading.
Around April, I noticed he was becoming distant and spending a lot of time online. One day I walked past where he was sitting, and he quickly closed his screen. I was sitting out in the garden, knowing something was definitely wrong. He got up to go to the toilet. I went into look on his computer, and behind a window was fb messenger. He was having an intense conversation with a woman, slagging me off saying how terrible I was and he felt trapped.
My heart sunk.I quickly made a few screenshots and sent them to myself and went back out.
Eventually I confronted him and it was just terrible. We fought and fought over several months and finally he moved out and we separated.
I fell into a very deep dark long period of depression.
Here I had moved across the world and coming to the realisation that I had made him my entire world. So for the past 2 years, I’ve been stuck.
It took awhile to stop missing him and get over him but I feel so betrayed and lost. I stopped working because of my depression. I started meds and therapy and this has gone on for the 2 years of trying to get even a spark of life back.
I wanted to go home but I’d been gone over a decade and things were different. My parents had passed away. My siblings although friendly, I don’t feel they want me around. My grown children have lives of their own and I feel they don’t want me around either. Nobody ever says come visit Mum. I’d love to see you.
This is all my fault but there are so many days where I can’t help but feel cheated in life because of my mistakes. Here I am still completely alone in this country, not really knowing where to go or what to do with my life.
I feel like a failure and have such severe trust issues, I hesitate to apply for jobs. I hesitate to make new friends. Both out of fear of rejection. I don’t know where to go. If I should continue to stay here or try to move back to my home country and start over.
I think that is my main question. How do I even begin to start over again? How to figure out where I want to be? Figure out how to be confident in work again. Figure out how to make even a single friend
Any advice or experiences would really be appreciated! as tonight seems to be more hard to bear than usual.