I just broke up with my boyfriend after six months together. The last month has been awful. He suffers anxiety and depression and is on medication. He lost his job and fell deeper into depression.
One time, he took time away sitting in his dark room to call me, crying, saying that he hates himself, and that his life and is so sad with regrets of the decisions that got him where he is now. I wanted to help, so I got him some work thru a friend. It made him a bit better, but then we would go out, and his awful mood swings would start up - little things like not finding a carpark or the menu changed at restaurant. He insulted me, picked at my personality, and said he hates living here, and as soon as he saves enough money he is leaving to go live somewhere else. It made me sad, and put me down.
I had already lost my confidence after being married for 15 years, only to have my ex-husband meet someone else, leave, and then stop paying child support and rarely see his kids because he's always busy with her. Its been a year, and now my ex-husband is getting married. Good luck to them, but it's hard to struggle financially to take care of two children on my own. I feel trapped and unable to have any control over this. So, when I met my now ex-boyfriend I was happy. But now he's gone too.
I feel hopeless, useless, sad, and sick of it all. I sleep a lot when I'm not at work, and my body aches. I'm so unhappy. How can I make my life better? What do I do? It's been too much heartache for too long.1 Comment
Both my parents were narcissistic. My Dad is cruel and sadistic and is still able to kill me with a single glance, smirk, or word. Thankfully my Mom died. But even after her death she still managed to ruin my life.
Now I'm alone and incredibly lonely. I've been told by too many people in various ways that I'm not normal and by inference and action that I'm not worthy of having friends. I try to have friends but inevitably I screw it up and they leave. So I've been isolating myself for the better part of the past year, ever since my brother committed suicide.
I blame my Dad for his suicide because my brother was the scapegoat and got the lion's share of the constant abuse. Even though my brother was in his 40s, he was never right. I wrote on the back of a picture of him at his funeral that he was braver than I. He ended his torture. My Dad didn't give up his cruise in order to go to the funeral. He disrespected him even in death.
So how do I know if I'm an evil narcissist? I don't want to be. But my first daughter is borderline and I'm just sure it is my fault.
I know I need people in my life. It just hurts too much to have them move on, saying that I'm not normal. After the last person moved on, I made a commitment to myself that it would never happen again. I won't give my heart to anyone again. Yeah sure, I'll bump shells and run, but no more friendships that I NEED. No one will ever mean that much to me again. I'm sorry, today is a bad day. Maybe tomorrow I'll write something happier.0 Comments
After a year of healing, putting my life back together, and seeing more doctors then a medical school could hold, I'm here.
The prosecuting attorney promised so much. The prosecutor hid so much.
The prosecutor got his win.
I got forgotten.
After months of waiting, crying, trying to forget, I get a call stating it's no longer a quiet plea agreement. No. It's a public trial by jury.
I was reassured it would never go that far. Was told mounting medical bills would be covered by restitution.
The judge got personal at sentencing. Couldn't blame him. No restitution for me or the second girl. When you put a man in prison for raping you, he gets 25 years. Can't exactly be sued.
Now I'm cutting my psych medication in half to save money. Two months behind on rent. Two kids. No medical coverage. No financial assistance. Can't even get a loan.Anyone have any advice?
Have sold some inherited rings. I've cut costs of food by skipping all but one meal every day. Same with my fiancee.
Running out of options.1 Comment
A while back, I went to Mexico to visit some of my family for my 15th birthday. I wanted a traditional celebration. I stayed with my family and I spent the night with my 19-year old cousin.
It happened December 29th 2013, nine days after I arrived.
I knew we weren't - he held me down and covered my mouth as he raped me. That's not love.
He gave me a stuffed animal before I returned home. I tore the head off the stuffed animal to send a message to my family.
No one noticed.
I finally told my mom that my cousin had raped me. At first, she was very supportive. My cousin offered to marry me but I knew he trying to save himself. My mom took me to a psychiatrist to help me deal with the rape. After one visit, the doctor recommended me to five inpatient psychiatric wards. My mom never took me back to that doctor.
She said I was lying about the rape.
I was getting worse. I tried to kill myself three times, but I knew I had to try to get better. I started to talk to people again, leaning on them for support, and forgetting the assault.
One day, my mom slapped me, grabbed me by the neck and called me a "whore" and a "bitch." She later apologized. I wasn't upset with her because I knew she was very sad about what had happened to me; plus, she was high on drugs.
I felt beautiful before it happened. I believed it when people called me "beautiful."
Now, I can't even look in the mirror.
I pray to God that my family won't have to pay for what happened. I pray for my mother.
Most of all, I pray that this is a nightmare I will wake from in the morning.2 Comments