August 21, 2014
I don't know where to begin. I have been depressed for months. Very little has be encouraging for me. One thing has been hanging out with my exboyfriend at times (due to I still love him and he hasn't moved on to newer girlfriend yet) as we are like two peas in a pod. It has been hard as he lives two hours away. He stopped talking to me over a week ago. Of course, I was worried as it wasn't like him. Then I got a call from a mutual friend. She wanted to tell me something that she heard from my exboyfriend's brother (they had dated). She told me that Nathaniel (my exboyfriend's brother) told her that my exboyfriend said he was gay. Sigh.
Now, I haven't heard this from my exboyfriend, but I am so very hurt. This is a guy who was very upset that his exwife cheated on him, and destroyed his family. He hated that he was betrayed by her. This is a guy that wanted to marry me, wanted to have a child with me at one time. He was very passionate and loving with me for a while, during our relationship. A guy that loved skinny, redheads (which I am not and fought to be skinnier so I could be more appealing to him). A man that wanted an honest woman, that was loyal, intelligent, witty, passionate about things, etc. I was all those things for a while. He dumped me because he didn't feel in love with me anymore.
He got a job in May, which I was so proud of him for. I met his boss/manager in June, and we got together for drinks. His boss is gay. And Daniel told me that George thought he was cute. Daniel laughed it off, but said he didn't swing that way. He looked unconformable at times when George would say things to him, but he laughed it off, because he knew George was teasing him. George was very charismatic, and I was taken by his flair of passion and intelligence.
I am so very broken about this news. I haven't told many people as I haven't heard this from Daniel and I don't want to let on to it. I want him to tell me. But he hasn't talked to me at all. I was already depression and now I have reached my limit. I can't pray. I can't sleep. I can't eat. I have a hard time getting out of bed. I just don't care anymore about anything. I am shattered beyond repair. One friend laughed and thought it was funny and said it is better, this way as now I can move on and find someone else. It hurt so bad. He laughed. He laughed like it was something funny. How can I tell anyone to get help with my pain if that is how people see it. And how can someone move on when my heart has loved and still loves him. I have dated before, but never found someone like Daniel that had so many likes, passions, hobbies like my own. We clicked so well like we had known each for years. I dated him for a year in a half.
Now, I can't deal with much more. I really can't. I have been thinking about killing myself, because not like anyone cares anymore. My parents are either too busy (my mother) or my father and stepmother are too busy with my other adult siblings to even communicate with me. I really have no friends. I haven't went to church in about 2 years, I don't read my bible. I am a terrible Christian. A horrible daughter. Just a burden in society because I am not out there helping others, like I use too.
I am not the same person I was 9 months ago. I am not the same person I was 2 years ago.
I just can't live with the pain. The failure, the worthlessness, the disappointment, the ignorance.
I know I am a horrible Christian. I don't ask God for help because, honestly, why would he help me? Whatever I have done that deserves a special favor. Others get blessed with happiness such as their own family and loved ones. But me, never.
I know I should look to the brighter side of things. I don't have any. My whole life has been nothing but a struggle to keep my head above water. From being molested by my father, my parents shipping me from one parent to another. Mental, emotional and physical abuse as a child and teen. Being assaulted by my stepfather when I was 17 years old. Suffering from two miscarriages (children I so wanted). Men lying to me, cheating on me, dumping me for someone better like skinnier, redheads, blondes, someone younger.
What good am I? No one wants a broken doll. And that is what I am. I have always struggled to rise above my past. I went to college I paid for myself. I bought my own home (a trailer). I own my own car. I have worked the same job for 16 years. I have always worked and worked 2 or 3 jobs in my early 20's and 30's to pay for my college and home.
Sigh, I just want the pain to stop and be happy for once. And not worry about someone hurting me because I am not good enough. I have never been good enough. I wasn't good enough for my father to keep custody of me, because my stepmother didn't like me. She wanted her own family. I wasn't good enough for my mother because that little girl that loved frilly dresses when she got custody of me when I was 12 (she wanted a girl that wasn't a tomboy) I am not good enough for guys because I am not skinny enough, my hair isn't super long, I am not a redhead, I am not pretty, and I don't make a lot of money. I am never good enough for people, so why am I even here? Nobody cares. . .
I don't even know why I am writing this. Maybe because I am trying so desperately to escape the pain. Trying to escape my mind. Trying to escape that I am really no longer wanted here and that I haven't been in a very long time. Happiness is so fleeting in my life that it scares me to be happy because I know it leaves so quickly. It hurts to see people so happy with their families and friends. They are living a life, and I am just surviving something that doesn't really want me here. No use hiding it or faking it anymore with people at work or people I know.
I just hurt. I hurt so much that I can't handle it anymore. I can't talk to anyone. I just want to die so badly. I can't handle this anymore.
I don't know where to begin. I have been depressed for months. Very little has be encouraging for me. One thing has been hanging out with my exboyfriend at times (due to I still love him and he hasn't moved on to newer girlfriend yet) as we are like two peas in a pod. It has been hard as he lives two hours away. He stopped talking to me over a week ago. Of course, I was worried as it wasn't like him. Then I got a call from a mutual friend. She wanted to tell me something that she heard from my exboyfriend's brother (they had dated). She told me that Nathaniel (my exboyfriend's brother) told her that my exboyfriend said he was gay. Sigh.
Now, I haven't heard this from my exboyfriend, but I am so very hurt. This is a guy who was very upset that his exwife cheated on him, and destroyed his family. He hated that he was betrayed by her. This is a guy that wanted to marry me, wanted to have a child with me at one time. He was very passionate and loving with me for a while, during our relationship. A guy that loved skinny, redheads (which I am not and fought to be skinnier so I could be more appealing to him). A man that wanted an honest woman, that was loyal, intelligent, witty, passionate about things, etc. I was all those things for a while. He dumped me because he didn't feel in love with me anymore.
He got a job in May, which I was so proud of him for. I met his boss/manager in June, and we got together for drinks. His boss is gay. And Daniel told me that George thought he was cute. Daniel laughed it off, but said he didn't swing that way. He looked unconformable at times when George would say things to him, but he laughed it off, because he knew George was teasing him. George was very charismatic, and I was taken by his flair of passion and intelligence.
I am so very broken about this news. I haven't told many people as I haven't heard this from Daniel and I don't want to let on to it. I want him to tell me. But he hasn't talked to me at all. I was already depression and now I have reached my limit. I can't pray. I can't sleep. I can't eat. I have a hard time getting out of bed. I just don't care anymore about anything. I am shattered beyond repair. One friend laughed and thought it was funny and said it is better, this way as now I can move on and find someone else. It hurt so bad. He laughed. He laughed like it was something funny. How can I tell anyone to get help with my pain if that is how people see it. And how can someone move on when my heart has loved and still loves him. I have dated before, but never found someone like Daniel that had so many likes, passions, hobbies like my own. We clicked so well like we had known each for years. I dated him for a year in a half.
Now, I can't deal with much more. I really can't. I have been thinking about killing myself, because not like anyone cares anymore. My parents are either too busy (my mother) or my father and stepmother are too busy with my other adult siblings to even communicate with me. I really have no friends. I haven't went to church in about 2 years, I don't read my bible. I am a terrible Christian. A horrible daughter. Just a burden in society because I am not out there helping others, like I use too.
I am not the same person I was 9 months ago. I am not the same person I was 2 years ago.
I just can't live with the pain. The failure, the worthlessness, the disappointment, the ignorance.
I know I am a horrible Christian. I don't ask God for help because, honestly, why would he help me? Whatever I have done that deserves a special favor. Others get blessed with happiness such as their own family and loved ones. But me, never.
I know I should look to the brighter side of things. I don't have any. My whole life has been nothing but a struggle to keep my head above water. From being molested by my father, my parents shipping me from one parent to another. Mental, emotional and physical abuse as a child and teen. Being assaulted by my stepfather when I was 17 years old. Suffering from two miscarriages (children I so wanted). Men lying to me, cheating on me, dumping me for someone better like skinnier, redheads, blondes, someone younger.
What good am I? No one wants a broken doll. And that is what I am. I have always struggled to rise above my past. I went to college I paid for myself. I bought my own home (a trailer). I own my own car. I have worked the same job for 16 years. I have always worked and worked 2 or 3 jobs in my early 20's and 30's to pay for my college and home.
Sigh, I just want the pain to stop and be happy for once. And not worry about someone hurting me because I am not good enough. I have never been good enough. I wasn't good enough for my father to keep custody of me, because my stepmother didn't like me. She wanted her own family. I wasn't good enough for my mother because that little girl that loved frilly dresses when she got custody of me when I was 12 (she wanted a girl that wasn't a tomboy) I am not good enough for guys because I am not skinny enough, my hair isn't super long, I am not a redhead, I am not pretty, and I don't make a lot of money. I am never good enough for people, so why am I even here? Nobody cares. . .
I don't even know why I am writing this. Maybe because I am trying so desperately to escape the pain. Trying to escape my mind. Trying to escape that I am really no longer wanted here and that I haven't been in a very long time. Happiness is so fleeting in my life that it scares me to be happy because I know it leaves so quickly. It hurts to see people so happy with their families and friends. They are living a life, and I am just surviving something that doesn't really want me here. No use hiding it or faking it anymore with people at work or people I know.
I just hurt. I hurt so much that I can't handle it anymore. I can't talk to anyone. I just want to die so badly. I can't handle this anymore.