On paper, I have it almost all. Successful job, own house, 2 kids who are no trouble, good at my hobbies. But from early infancy I have been taught that I am, in fact, unlovable. I got rejected by both parents at an early stage (no bonding in infancy due to illness which kept me in hospital, then their divorce, which meant I didn't bond with my father, a mother who blamed and hated me), bullied at school, a succession of abusive boyfriends and husband who obviously couldn't love me, either, or they wouldn't have done what they did to me.
I have been alone and single for a while now, a few men I pined for were entirely unavailable. But I recently realised that no one has ever loved me (children excluded, but they kind of have to, don't they - it's necessay for survival). I am at mid-life point. I am craving love, but have just been rejected yet again.
It all just feels so hopeless. Maybe my mother was right and I am worthless. But there is this tiny thing inside me going, hang on. There seem to be so many people out there who offer so much less than I can. I always give it my all, but I have had nothing but abuse. So why do these women get everything I need? Devotion, love, caring from people who deserve better, too?
All the therapy and meds in the world cannot change my brain structure. So, am I destined to be alone forever? Are there people who just cannot be loved, because they're that wrong? I'm not good-looking anymore since I got on meds and gained a lot of weight and I am trying to change that. But it's meds and be obese and gaining or be slimmer, prettier, but depressed. No one seems to care much about the intellect or the devotion anyway. Am I doomed to live a life like my mother who ended up bitter and alone?
Is there anyone for whom life took a better turn in their 40s? I have had all the therapy life can offer. It doesn't change things. Neither do meds. I am just alone and I keep reflecting.