I used to he the most patient person in the world. Total people pleaser, always saw best in people. Everyone thought I was the nicest person in the world. Helped everyone out, never complained.
Reality was I was a doormat, bullied horrendously at work and at home. I had a breakdown, saw a counsellor, doctors, spoke to Rape Crisis, Women's Aid, posted on here, and saw it all for what it was.
The shock was awful and took a lot of unpicking. I got through the divorce and I'm safe and whole.
But I hate 90% of the people from my old life. I just put the phone down on my mum. One of my siblings has blocked me. They expect me to carry on being a doormat, and I'm not any more.
I'm finding it really hard today. I don't know how to be me, if that makes any sense at all? Do you think this settles, because I just want to curl up and hide right now.