posted on Nov, 11 2007 @ 09:23 AM
There, I said it.
I love my kids. I do my best for them. My whole life is for them. And that's the problem. Not the kids, not being there for them, but not having a
life aside from them.
My current/ex was the worst of a bad lot. I've never known what it means to have someone really love me for me. I've only been used for what I can
give to someone. I've never known what a real, loving relationship is -- except with my kids.
Don't get me wrong, I think that I'm doing good with my kids.
the problem is, I am really lonely for adult company. I'm lonely for someone to be there for me so I don't have to be strong all the time. So I can
be weak once in a while. So I can have someone take care of me for a change.
I don't dare let down my defenses though. I don't dare take a chance on someone else. My "picker" is broken. I don't think the factory installed
it properly, because it never has worked right. Every time I've used that function of my being, it's led me into a morass of angst.
It's so hard being alone and having two kids. It's hard being in a nightmare custody battle day after day, week after week, month after month. It's
coming up on two years now, and it doesn't appear to have any kind of end in sight.
Even if someone came along and showed interest in me, I'd be completely suspicious of his motives. I can't see what my life would offer anyone. I'm
on disability, so there's not really any money. I have two kids by an abusive man that won't leave me alone -- when he can't get to me directly he
attacks me through my five year old, who is suffering badly from it. I have a chronic illness that is contagious under certain conditions and carries
a stigma with it. I've got PTSD and I'm exhausted physically and emotionally.
I spend any spare time I have here because I can't face people in real life. I don't trust myself to be able to form a real relationship with
anyone, on any level, so I am becoming a hermit. I only go out and do things for my kids, and with my kids.
I haven't had a date in years. Wouldn't know what to do if I was asked out. I don't know if I could have someone touch me without a shiver of
revulsion from memories coming to the surface. I don't know how to have a healthy relationship -- I've never had one with a "partner." They've
all taken advantage of my trust, they've all been emotionally, mentally or physically overbearing and I fear I've been damaged beyond all
recovery.
But knowing all this, and contemplating it, I still find myself so lonely. Sometimes when I sleep, I dream of someone being in my life, and I wake up
angry and feeling betrayed. Because I seriously don't think it will ever happen in a way that I can trust.
Maybe it's just the way I see myself, but I don't believe I have anything to offer anyone. My couple function is broken.
People keep telling me I should start dating again.
Why? Why on earth would I do that to myself, and to my kids?
And even if I was willing, in all seriousness, there are so many other women with better qualifications in the world.
So I spend my time on here, looking for friendship at arm's length. Because I can't keep up any kind of real friendship or relationship for any
length of time.
I can't blame my ex entirely. I chose him. Something in me must like being treated like garbage, because that's all I ever go after. Men who take
and never give. Or at least, never give except in the beginning, when they are trying to impress me enough to stick around so they can suck me dry.
Isn't it sad that the only contact I have with people beyond a superficial level are online? I guess it's safer that way. Even if I end up feeling
something for someone, I'll never get to meet them, so I won't have to worry about being taken for a ride again.
I don't think I could survive another ride like the last one. I keep asking to be let off, but the ride appears to be on an infinite loop and
there's no escape.
I think love is entirely overrated and I also think that all the "true love" crap in the media leads people into false hope and expectation. I've
been suckered by it all my life.
How do you move past it? How to accept that life isn't like a story -- sometimes there isn't really any romantic love that's real? Some people are
lucky and find someone they can bond with and go for a whole lifetime falling deeper in love. But most of us don't get that, and I think it's a
shame.
Love is just another four letter word. The censors should strike it when it comes up on the board.