I really don't believe I'm responding to this thread........I really don't.
I've been lurking this thread since its inception and I have been in turmoil since. I'm normally a very private person and keep my intimacies very close. I don't know why I'm doing this but here it goes......
I've been a victim of sexual, emotional, and physical abuse. My stepfather did things that made me very uncomfortable as a young teen. I was also molested by older men-no intercourse, but might as well have been. One of the disadvantages of being a bigger gal-older men were on me like no one's business!
When I tried to tell my mother, she blamed me; it took me years to forgive her for that! Me and my sisters were eventually run out of the house so my stepfather pretty much took over.
Horribly ironic, when my mother died, me and my youngest sister took over taking care of him. I eventually forgave him because my children loved him, but I was extremely wary of letting my daughter around him. But he knew of my relationship with her; he never messed with her. Trust me, she's a town crier-if she would've told me anything, I would be posting to you guys from jail because I would've killed him with my bare hands!!!!!!!
I still have problems with relationships; I've been married once to a total autocrat who tried to emotionally beat me into submission. When that didn't work, he went physical. When he beat up on me, it was the voice of God that kept me from killing him; that's why I tell people that there is a God-if not, I'd be in jail for his homicide!
I still struggle in my daily life; I struggle with depression and anxiety. I try my best to be my best, but after awhile, the same old patterns emerge; the anger, the anxiety, the behaviors, all the crap that I fight against ends up being my detriment. My large body size and loud voice only makes it worse to those who don't know me. I'm harmless and wouldn't hurt a fly; but when I'm angry I'll make you think I'm the craziest "b" on the planet! That's why I hate anger because I can't control it! Unfortunately, some of you have experienced kis getting pissed-it's not a pretty thing!
I went back to school later in life; I was 41 when I got my bachelors, and am now 45 finishing my last masters course. I feel like a complete failure sometimes because I was a smart kid in school-why thirty years later? My peers are looking at retirement-I'm unemployed begging for the next job one course away from MBA. It's pathetic and I hate it and I'm pissed with myself!!
Once again, I don't really know why I'm replying to this thread-I'd rather stay at home alone with my cat and not bother or be bothered.
This is not some sick attempt at sympathy; I only can assume that there's someone else wallowing in my hell that needs to know it's safe to get out! I'll stand naked in the downtown square if it means that someone in my situation is willing to get free.
That is all