I hate what I’ve done to myself. I moved to my DH’s home country decades ago, at the time completely underestimating how disliked my nationality is there. I came here with such warmth and excitement for my new home. It didn’t take long to realise how people feel about the likes of me here. Over the years I’ve sucked up the bad feeling I’ve experienced and over compensated by being as nice and smiley as possible.
Husband wasn’t great, looking back now with hindsight, certainly massively unsupportive and probably abusive at times (financially and emotionally). Kids are adults now but would feel anti-my nationality too, unfortunately as this is the status quo here. Feel let down by everyone . What’s triggered this post is a rant about my home place by one of my adult kids, but I always feel down about it so that was just bringing things back into focus to be honest. I feel on edge and defensive all day every day. I was trapped here for sure when the kids were younger and I guess I’m now looking back over it all with such regret and anger (mainly at myself). Can’t get over it. I mean, really it’s all I think about. Not healthy. Feel like I messed up the best years of my life living amongst people I can’t win over.
I feel even if I went back to where I came from, I have raised a family that detest what I am and where I’m from. How did I manage to do this and not act sooner? I’m so angry with myself. I’ve thought of all sorts of ways of taking myself out of the situation but, as I’m meek and cowardly, I know I couldn’t follow through.
Im hoping some of you out there will know what I’m experiencing and have some coping strategies for me as I feel broken by it. Sorry that’s so dramatic.
Please be gentle. I’m a fucking mess. I’ve no idea what answers im looking for. Maybe just a hand hold.