I'm ashamed to admit this to many people I know and present an independent front to family and friends. And I am proud of who I have become, the strength I've gain and the independence.
But there are so many things I try very hard not to think about, that I struggle with. I struggle to understand why. I loved my husband very deeply and although I was the one who ended it due to the way he treated me and how unbearable it became, i still don't understand why he grew to hate me so much.
I'm now very much struggling with a new woman being in my daughters life and them being a little family that I cannot provide.
And tied into all of this I suppose I feel a deep sense that there must be something wrong with me. That I was the reason he grew to hate me. That because there is something wrong with me, that is the reason he is now in a new happy relationship and I am not. I try and front all of this off by saying I'm too busy for a new relationship and that I wouldn't want one. I'm happy on my own, and a lot of the time this is true. But equally I can't get out my head that niggle that I'm somehow unlovable and so maintaining to myself and other that I don't want one saves me from the hurt and disappointment of not finding one. I don't mean this to be a pity post but equally there aren't many people i know that I feel would maybe understand.