It was only yesterday that I finally did wonder if I ever really was broken at all. I've felt there was something elementally wrong with me for so long. Never understanding what it was or how I could do anything to fix it. I've looked for answers. I thought it must be my problem and did not want to talk about it.
I've given up on so many things cause I believed once something went wrong that it was just my damage catching up again. I never believed in myself to really give myself a chance to succeed. Being broken I was doomed to fail somewhere along the way. I did keep trying things though. But, it wouldn't be long before I would know I had done as much as a broken person like myself could ever manage.
Dad said a lot of things to me about who I am, what I look like and what I could expect to become. He told me I was fat and ugly and scarred when I was not even chubby and just a child with a little exema. I've seen photos of myself and I know I was none of those things then, I was pretty but I just couldn't see that when I had him insisting I was hideous.
Dad told me no one would ever want me. So, I was happy when I married Todd, my friend. Then, I went into kind of shock when we divorced and yet, I could only watch from the sidelines too as Dad was proven right again. Trying to date never worked out for me. I can see now that I probably put people off because I felt so down on myself, so unworthy of anyone and so unsure about even trying to find someone when I was broken anyway.
All those years of believing I was broken. I still have not shaken it off but I'm peeling off the edges, like a sticker on a tomato. The tomato is so much more than the sticker but who would want to find a sticker on the tomato in their salad.
I still don't really know where to go from here, with this new idea. Not even strong enough to label it knowlege yet. I have not told anyone. Just wanted to take some time to clear it through my own brain and write it here. To think it over a bit more as I type.
So much wasted time. Here I am nearing 45 and I really wanted to have a family of my own and children. Mostly the children and yet the person to spend your adult life with (if you can find someone you want to be with) is invaluable. I am not likely to have that now. Women my size and age are not in high demand and I'm still that damaged person,who needs to stop feeling unworthy and different in a not great way. I went through 2 decades of my life barely speaking to anyone. It left me quiet (which you would not know if you have only met me online).
Anyway, putting this here like a time capsule. A blog, if you keep it long enough, is a great way to measure your life.
Comment from: Teena in Toronto [Visitor]
Parents really do a number on us, don't they?
Comment from: Lady Banana [Visitor]
If only our parents had not been so unkind to us in these ways - they didn't realise the long term damage it would cause.
There are quite a few things I believe I have suffered due to untrue and thoughtless remarks way back.. Maybe I will blog about them one day..
I have tried so very hard not to cause any of this kind of damage to my kids - I hope I have succeeded..
Comment from: Laura [Visitor]
Thanks for your comments ladies. It is hard to come with something to say when someone posts about hurt feelings and old wounds. For me it is only hard to post them cause I think it isn't really fair to make people read it. :) So I really appreciate that you left a note.
Comment from: marlu [Visitor]
My heart goes out to you. I can only say I am so fortunate to never have experienced what you have. I was adopted at 5 months of age and was disciplined with love….I'm 78 and hope you are healing. You are in my thoughts… marlu