I’m 29. Some of you may remember me from my recent posts about my toxic relationship and how I’m preparing myself to leave it.
Tonight I feel heavy with sorrow, diving into my errors of judgement, searching my past for how I managed to get myself to where I am now. My spirit feels crushed.
I was raised in an abusive environment with my mother and stepfather, a foul pair who injected poison into a lot of lives. They were criminals. For much of my childhood I refused to believe what I was witnessing in regards to my mother. I loved her. I wanted her to love me. I thought that if only I could be better, do more, I could help her out of her ways. I never could. A memory I can’t shake off is one from when I was 12... My mother had told me that day that my stepfather, the nasty man who had run off three months earlier to be with another woman, was returning. I sat in the bathtub holding my boombox that was plugged into the wall over the water. That was the first time I wanted to kill myself. All that kept me from doing it was my belief that my mother somehow needed me.
It wasn’t until I was 19 that I cut her out of my life. My extended family, they never really understood why I chose to do that, no matter how I tried to explain until I was blue in the face. They were and still are largely in denial about what happened. So much so that they won’t talk with me today. I cannot go to them for anything.
I did find my biological father when I was 20. It was wonderful to have him in my life. He killed himself last year, and I miss him every day.
I have no friends, as I have allowed myself to be isolated by my toxic partner. The friends I had before this were never all that close. I struggle with letting my guard down. The PTSD doesn’t help.
So here I am. I think I have attracted unhealthy partners to me, as I have failed to react to red flags by leaving. I try to fix a person instead. Maybe, in a sick way, it is because that is all I am familiar with and I have been avoidant of ways to heal myself.
I wish I had a close family. I’d give anything to have just one genuine friend that I could turn to. I’m so disappointed in myself for what I have allowed to happen. I will be leaving my toxic relationship. I’ve thought about maybe being single for the rest of my life. Where do I go from here? What would you do if you had no one? I’m so lost and lonely.