I’m trying to stay positive. Or at least neutral. I’m doing ok. But it’s still a challenge to not collapse into depression. I’m sad.
I feel mad for even having hope for the relationship to last. But I thought he loved me enough to work through the challenges that invariably arise. But instead he thought so little of me that throwing me away like trash was no big deal. That is what hurts the most. That I was so wrong. That I’m not worth loving.
Friends keep telling me that I’m lovable, that’s it not me. But when it keeps happening it’s got to be me, right? Either I’m not lovable or I just pick men who don’t love me despite my supposed lovability. Either way I’m alone. Again.
I miss my former elskan mín. But I wonder if I even knew him? Did he feel anything for me? How did it all just evaporate? Will I ever find someone to build a loving stable relationship with? Am I even worth that kind of love?
It’s hard to feel worth love when your own father didn’t love you and told you how much of a stupid worthless piece of shit you were. I hear all that in my head any time I fuck up, which is pretty much all the time. I’m trying to stay afloat and I’m surprised to find that I’m doing sort of ok but that voice, that despair is just there. It’s unlikely that it will ever disappear. I hope I can prove it wrong, I hope I can have a successful relationship someday. Spending the rest of my life alone sounds worse than death. I can’t even have a cat.
Is there anything sadder than a catless cat lady?