Ok so I haven’t posted in a while so I decided I better write something. A couple of weeks ago I drafted a piece about this fab evening I had and how content I felt. But when it came to completing it, I couldn’t. I felt it was too deep and people may not want to read it, so it has remained in my draft section and I’ve been unable to write anything since.
Yesterday I had the complete opposite type of day. I felt extremely unhappy and sad, not being able to understand where it all came from. It was possibly the after effects of the cider the night before but in my opinion that only enhances feelings that were already there in the first place.
So after a long walk by the beach I thought about my blog and why I started it in the first place. I came to the conclusion that I chose for this to be a lifestyle blog, one where I would love for people to read it and feel like I helped in some way. When I read blogs about solo travel it helps me believe that I can do it also. When I read people’s stories about addiction I don’t feel alone. If I could do that for anybody then being completely honest would be worth it.
So here it goes…
Ending my marriage was the hardest thing I had to do. But I’ve never regretted it. At times (like yesterday) when I feel lonely, surrounded by couples and families, I remind myself of the loneliness I felt in my relationship. It’s the worst version of it that there is. When you have someone who is meant to love you and support you but they are never around even when you beg them to be, you can’t help but feel alone.
After I found out about the debt, well some of it as more seems to come out, I told my ex that I wanted every Sunday to be a family day. A day for us once a week to try get our relationship back on track. Sounds simple right? It lasted about two weeks. After that my husband forgot about the agreement and what he had put me through and went back to doing whatever he liked. He would use the fact that he owed so much money as a manipulation to not have to spend time with me. The evenings he had free he would do nixers and tell me it was for our benefit. He also agreed to fight in a charity boxing match without consulting me. It meant more time away from home than he was already spending. This lasted a few weeks before he got hurt in the ribs. My dear husband couldn’t attend a public hospital, God forbid. No he went private which meant further debt. He also chose to go back to his therapist instead of the free GA meetings which added more pressure onto us. I know this may seem heartless but in retrospect I’m not sure if he even attended a therapist. Everything in our life seemed to be lies.
After a few months he started heading out after work without telling me. I would expect him home and he would come in drunk hours later after drink driving. He lead people to believe that he deserved it, that I was being too hard on him. I was the one person who was there everyday for him and I was being made out to be the bad person. All because I wanted my partner to spend time with me. It was like a kick to the stomach. It got to the point of where when I did get to spend time with him, I hated being around him. This person has taken everything from me and taken my dreams away from me. All I wanted was a husband, two kids and a nice house somewhere. I’m not ambitious at all but I thought that wasn’t much to ask for.
When everything came out one of the hardest things I had to deal with was putting my dreams of children on hold. I really struggled with that even though I knew it wasn’t the right time to have kids. When I would hear of friends becoming pregnant it would hurt so bad and I would be filled with jealousy and resentment. Jealousy towards them and resentment towards Him. I hated myself for it but couldn’t stop how I felt. Then I ended the marriage and I discovered that it never happened for a reason. My husband was so unreliable, never keeping his word, letting me down. I ended up being glad that we didn’t have children as I don’t think I could have put up with him letting them down.
I eventually have got used to the fact that kids may not be part of my future. I’m trying to look on the brightside by focusing on the positives, not having to get up early on weekends, pitying myself when I’m sick, planning trips to places I’ve never been. It might come across as selfish but it’s survival mode. I can’t be focusing on self pity, it will make me a person I’m trying hard not to become. It doesn’t mean that it doesn’t still hurt, it just means I’m good at hiding it.
So that’s part of my past, hope I haven’t bored you too much. Maybe now I’ve been honest I’ll have a more uplifting post soon for you to read xxx