Udontwant2knowme
Nov 13, 2007, 09:55 AM
I’m going to apologize in advance for how lengthily this question is. There is at least one secret being kept from everyone I know. Big, life changing, soul crushing secrets. I really am an awful person. I suffer with anxiety but that’s something I can keep in check. Well I guess I should do a quick run down of my history so my current state of mind may be easier for everyone to dissect.
I was born a bastard love child. My mom was sleeping with a married man and here I am. My biological dad is not right mentally. Lots of drugs and alcohol to boot. When I was 2, he shot up my mom’s apartment with a 357 magnum when she wasn’t home. There was another child like me with a different woman but older. He also had 3 kids with his wife. So my mom married a different guy when I was 4 or 5 I can’t remember exactly. But I never knew he wasn’t my real dad. He had 2 kids from a previous marriage & he & my mom had 2 kids together, my sisters. He was a rotten man. He never abused me, but the fights he & my mom had were unbearable. He never hit her, but he would destroy objects in the house, to include the house itself. He would scream and belittle her, smashing dinner plates, telling her what a piece of crap whore she was. He beat our dog. It hurt me more to see him beat our dog than it did to see him make my mom cry. Our dog wasn’t allowed upstairs. One time he went up there and I kicked him so hard so dad would hear him yelp and would be proud of me instead of screaming at me. That’s how fearful I was of him. Mom got rid of the dog for its own good.
When I was 15, my life started unraveling. I somehow just knew he wasn’t my dad. So this uncertainty somehow morphed into hate and rage. Which in turn, led to drugs and sex. And lots of it. I begged for my mom to tell me the truth about dad because I just knew. She did and things got worse. Now I had a reason to hate him. I didn’t know it at the time, but I was dying inside. I cut myself. The worst one was the length of my forearm, on top of it. I did that so I could blame him and others would hate him the way I did. When I was of age, I moved out. Then back in. We actually had come to terms and were peaceful with one another.
At 18, I had an abortion that he never knew about. It broke my mom’s heart. The thing that will haunt me for the rest of my life is the lack of feeling I had at the time. I didn’t care at all that I took an innocent human life. I started to straighten out after that.
At 20, I got engaged to a guy I dated for only 3 months. In the armed forces. A drunk, but a good guy overall. Mom insisted on a wedding and believe it or not, dad & I made up and danced to Stevie Nicks’ Landslide. Truly one of the top 5 most touching moments in my life. We were, and still are, at peace and I love him. He is my father.
So I got married and moved out of state. I had been drug free and mentally stable for close to 2 years. My husband got sent over seas for 6 months and guess what crazy me does? Cheats. I had been married to husband #1 for around 2 months. It was a long struggle getting my family to forgive me and accept my new man. And after a long ugly divorce, I married the man I cheated with. I’m still with him. 3 years going strong. But we had problems. Before we were even married. We physically abused each other and emotionally tore each other down.
I found out my biological father whom I’d never met died.
Anyway, my new husband was also in the armed forces and traveled a lot. I forgot to mention, he was also struggling with a nasty divorce from an abusive marriage. So, he came home from traveling one time with hickeys on his neck claiming a stripper did it to him while giving him a lap dance. Whatever. Next time he went out of town, I cheated. Zero emotion involved. But I did it. 3 times with the same guy. I can try to say well he cheated first but that’s no excuse and I know that. So I cut ties with the guy. A while later, I kissed a different guy. Only a kiss before I started to really hate myself for what I was about to do and I ran so far so fast away from that situation.
Then we moved out of state again. We started to fight again, but he has never laid another hand on me. One particular drunken fight, I got so out of control, I cut myself with a steak knife right in front of him. Straight across my biceps. I should’ve gone to the hospital. It was that deep. I had to stay home from work for 3 days to let it close up. He told me if I ever cut myself again, he’d leave. So I haven’t. He has helped me in so many ways. He helped me gain confidence in myself and realize that I do deserve happiness in my life.
So as time went on, he got out of the military and we couldn’t be better. After a bit, our money started to dwindle. We got the bills paid, but had literally zero leftover to eat or drive an extra mile or anything. I bought him a $23 shirt for his birthday that we had to return so we wouldn’t overdraft. At this moment, we have $11 to get us to Friday when I get paid. We’re barley keeping our heads above water.
Then guess what? I cheated again. But this time, I actually cared about the man. And guess what else? He 18 years older than me, wife, kids, and the son of a frigging self made millionaire. God help me. He really is great, and he begs and begs to help me financially but I’ve never taken anyone for granted like that. I guess it’s how I was raised. Poor and all. But he’s a crazy man. Once when my husband was out of town and I was mowing the lawn, he freaked out because I didn’t answer my phone. He actually showed up at my house. After I had told him I was going to mow that darn lawn that evening. He drinks a lot too. Imagine that. He cries to me. For me. He’s crazy. I was afraid of him leaving his wife. He knew I would never in a million years leave my husband. People at work caught wind of what was going on and I ended it.
Now that we’re up to speed, here’s where my problem is. Of all that wild messed up nonsense, never in my life have I been this scared, nervous, depressed, moody, hateful, but most of all, I feel like 2 different people at times. I know I can be a very self loathing destructive person if I’m not careful, but I’ve never been this scared of myself. Not to mention work has never been so awful, but I won’t get into the details. But I’m trying to find a new job, and I can’t take a pay cut because of our financial situation. But I need out. Oh I forgot to mention the 2 DUI’s in 2 different states within 2 years of each other that caused me to lose my driving privileges. That makes it harder to find work. I feel all alone here. Yeah I’ve got my husband but sometimes that’s not enough. My family is 1000 miles and 5 states away and so are my husbands. I have no friends here. I feel like a total failure. I’ve failed at work, I’ve failed my marriage, I’ve failed my family, and everything I touch turns to crap. Any one that comes into my life gets hurt. I know exactly what I want in life and exactly where I want to be. But it seems impossible for us to ever get there with our current situation. I feel stuck. Like I’ll never attain my goals.
Thing is though, when I’m my happy self, I’m absolutely radiant. I’m funny, quick witted, intelligent, and I can’t believe I’m going to say this but I’m beautiful. Like model beautiful. Other than the scars of course. When I’m happy, everyone wants to be near me. I have the ability to not only enjoy life, but be smitten with it and make others enjoy life as well. I have a bleeding heart too. I would give up everything to help my loved ones. Heck even strangers. I’m the girl that puts the spider under a cup to let him outside instead of squishing him when he’s in the house, even though he makes my skin crawl. I can’t bear the thought of killing him. I’m the girl that cries when I see that sad Purina dog food commercial with Sarah McLaughlin in it. I’m the girl that gives the homeless people on the streets my McDonalds monopoly pieces that are winners of like a Mc Muffin or something. But that’s when I’m happy.
So what the hell is my problem now? I’ve actually thought about ending my misery, but realized, oh yeah, I’ve failed there too because I haven’t got any life insurance. And I refuse to leave my beloved husband with nothing but my debt. I’ve never been this far gone before. I feel as though I’ve lost grip of myself. Like I said, I suffer with severe anxiety, but this is different. I’ve never been this empty. I’m almost to the point of giving up. I’m either crying all day at work or staying silent. When I get home, I feed my husband and animals then go to sleep. He’s starting to get pissed about it too. I try to tell him what’s going on with me but all’s he has to say is damn woman, just relax. You’re crazier than your mom.
Why did this happen? Am I finally off my rocker? It’s getting harder and harder every day for me to battle these inner demons of mine. They’re winning. Is it my past? I thought I let go but did I? I know once our financial situation gets better, I’ll get better but I’m one small event away from snapping again. Do I have an actual disorder or just an awful upbringing with the inability to let go? I know my current situation is my fault. The lack of drivers license, the bills, the affair, the awful prison job. I’m actually a member of this board under a different name but couldn’t even bear for internet strangers to know what a cold hearted failure I am. That’s how ashamed of myself I am. Does anybody out there know of anything that will help? I have a very troubled soul, I know, and I wear my heart on my sleeve. Can I be forgiven for all the horrible things I've done? I've forgiven myself for some things I think, but should others forgive me? Why have I lost it and what can I do before I lose everything else? Jesus, I am so sorry for this every one.
-Sincerly
Udontwant2knowme (really, you don't)
I was born a bastard love child. My mom was sleeping with a married man and here I am. My biological dad is not right mentally. Lots of drugs and alcohol to boot. When I was 2, he shot up my mom’s apartment with a 357 magnum when she wasn’t home. There was another child like me with a different woman but older. He also had 3 kids with his wife. So my mom married a different guy when I was 4 or 5 I can’t remember exactly. But I never knew he wasn’t my real dad. He had 2 kids from a previous marriage & he & my mom had 2 kids together, my sisters. He was a rotten man. He never abused me, but the fights he & my mom had were unbearable. He never hit her, but he would destroy objects in the house, to include the house itself. He would scream and belittle her, smashing dinner plates, telling her what a piece of crap whore she was. He beat our dog. It hurt me more to see him beat our dog than it did to see him make my mom cry. Our dog wasn’t allowed upstairs. One time he went up there and I kicked him so hard so dad would hear him yelp and would be proud of me instead of screaming at me. That’s how fearful I was of him. Mom got rid of the dog for its own good.
When I was 15, my life started unraveling. I somehow just knew he wasn’t my dad. So this uncertainty somehow morphed into hate and rage. Which in turn, led to drugs and sex. And lots of it. I begged for my mom to tell me the truth about dad because I just knew. She did and things got worse. Now I had a reason to hate him. I didn’t know it at the time, but I was dying inside. I cut myself. The worst one was the length of my forearm, on top of it. I did that so I could blame him and others would hate him the way I did. When I was of age, I moved out. Then back in. We actually had come to terms and were peaceful with one another.
At 18, I had an abortion that he never knew about. It broke my mom’s heart. The thing that will haunt me for the rest of my life is the lack of feeling I had at the time. I didn’t care at all that I took an innocent human life. I started to straighten out after that.
At 20, I got engaged to a guy I dated for only 3 months. In the armed forces. A drunk, but a good guy overall. Mom insisted on a wedding and believe it or not, dad & I made up and danced to Stevie Nicks’ Landslide. Truly one of the top 5 most touching moments in my life. We were, and still are, at peace and I love him. He is my father.
So I got married and moved out of state. I had been drug free and mentally stable for close to 2 years. My husband got sent over seas for 6 months and guess what crazy me does? Cheats. I had been married to husband #1 for around 2 months. It was a long struggle getting my family to forgive me and accept my new man. And after a long ugly divorce, I married the man I cheated with. I’m still with him. 3 years going strong. But we had problems. Before we were even married. We physically abused each other and emotionally tore each other down.
I found out my biological father whom I’d never met died.
Anyway, my new husband was also in the armed forces and traveled a lot. I forgot to mention, he was also struggling with a nasty divorce from an abusive marriage. So, he came home from traveling one time with hickeys on his neck claiming a stripper did it to him while giving him a lap dance. Whatever. Next time he went out of town, I cheated. Zero emotion involved. But I did it. 3 times with the same guy. I can try to say well he cheated first but that’s no excuse and I know that. So I cut ties with the guy. A while later, I kissed a different guy. Only a kiss before I started to really hate myself for what I was about to do and I ran so far so fast away from that situation.
Then we moved out of state again. We started to fight again, but he has never laid another hand on me. One particular drunken fight, I got so out of control, I cut myself with a steak knife right in front of him. Straight across my biceps. I should’ve gone to the hospital. It was that deep. I had to stay home from work for 3 days to let it close up. He told me if I ever cut myself again, he’d leave. So I haven’t. He has helped me in so many ways. He helped me gain confidence in myself and realize that I do deserve happiness in my life.
So as time went on, he got out of the military and we couldn’t be better. After a bit, our money started to dwindle. We got the bills paid, but had literally zero leftover to eat or drive an extra mile or anything. I bought him a $23 shirt for his birthday that we had to return so we wouldn’t overdraft. At this moment, we have $11 to get us to Friday when I get paid. We’re barley keeping our heads above water.
Then guess what? I cheated again. But this time, I actually cared about the man. And guess what else? He 18 years older than me, wife, kids, and the son of a frigging self made millionaire. God help me. He really is great, and he begs and begs to help me financially but I’ve never taken anyone for granted like that. I guess it’s how I was raised. Poor and all. But he’s a crazy man. Once when my husband was out of town and I was mowing the lawn, he freaked out because I didn’t answer my phone. He actually showed up at my house. After I had told him I was going to mow that darn lawn that evening. He drinks a lot too. Imagine that. He cries to me. For me. He’s crazy. I was afraid of him leaving his wife. He knew I would never in a million years leave my husband. People at work caught wind of what was going on and I ended it.
Now that we’re up to speed, here’s where my problem is. Of all that wild messed up nonsense, never in my life have I been this scared, nervous, depressed, moody, hateful, but most of all, I feel like 2 different people at times. I know I can be a very self loathing destructive person if I’m not careful, but I’ve never been this scared of myself. Not to mention work has never been so awful, but I won’t get into the details. But I’m trying to find a new job, and I can’t take a pay cut because of our financial situation. But I need out. Oh I forgot to mention the 2 DUI’s in 2 different states within 2 years of each other that caused me to lose my driving privileges. That makes it harder to find work. I feel all alone here. Yeah I’ve got my husband but sometimes that’s not enough. My family is 1000 miles and 5 states away and so are my husbands. I have no friends here. I feel like a total failure. I’ve failed at work, I’ve failed my marriage, I’ve failed my family, and everything I touch turns to crap. Any one that comes into my life gets hurt. I know exactly what I want in life and exactly where I want to be. But it seems impossible for us to ever get there with our current situation. I feel stuck. Like I’ll never attain my goals.
Thing is though, when I’m my happy self, I’m absolutely radiant. I’m funny, quick witted, intelligent, and I can’t believe I’m going to say this but I’m beautiful. Like model beautiful. Other than the scars of course. When I’m happy, everyone wants to be near me. I have the ability to not only enjoy life, but be smitten with it and make others enjoy life as well. I have a bleeding heart too. I would give up everything to help my loved ones. Heck even strangers. I’m the girl that puts the spider under a cup to let him outside instead of squishing him when he’s in the house, even though he makes my skin crawl. I can’t bear the thought of killing him. I’m the girl that cries when I see that sad Purina dog food commercial with Sarah McLaughlin in it. I’m the girl that gives the homeless people on the streets my McDonalds monopoly pieces that are winners of like a Mc Muffin or something. But that’s when I’m happy.
So what the hell is my problem now? I’ve actually thought about ending my misery, but realized, oh yeah, I’ve failed there too because I haven’t got any life insurance. And I refuse to leave my beloved husband with nothing but my debt. I’ve never been this far gone before. I feel as though I’ve lost grip of myself. Like I said, I suffer with severe anxiety, but this is different. I’ve never been this empty. I’m almost to the point of giving up. I’m either crying all day at work or staying silent. When I get home, I feed my husband and animals then go to sleep. He’s starting to get pissed about it too. I try to tell him what’s going on with me but all’s he has to say is damn woman, just relax. You’re crazier than your mom.
Why did this happen? Am I finally off my rocker? It’s getting harder and harder every day for me to battle these inner demons of mine. They’re winning. Is it my past? I thought I let go but did I? I know once our financial situation gets better, I’ll get better but I’m one small event away from snapping again. Do I have an actual disorder or just an awful upbringing with the inability to let go? I know my current situation is my fault. The lack of drivers license, the bills, the affair, the awful prison job. I’m actually a member of this board under a different name but couldn’t even bear for internet strangers to know what a cold hearted failure I am. That’s how ashamed of myself I am. Does anybody out there know of anything that will help? I have a very troubled soul, I know, and I wear my heart on my sleeve. Can I be forgiven for all the horrible things I've done? I've forgiven myself for some things I think, but should others forgive me? Why have I lost it and what can I do before I lose everything else? Jesus, I am so sorry for this every one.
-Sincerly
Udontwant2knowme (really, you don't)