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I'm feeling like the world's biggest loser today, for the stupidest reasons.
First, I keep wondering what I did that was so bad it caused my ex--who by all accounts is a nice guy--to leave me while I was sick, and to take the kids with him.
What did I do that made him go against everything a "nice" person should do? Am I that terrible? And if I am, can I do anything to be better?
(For anyone who doesn't know, my ex served me with papers three days after I finished chemo and radiation, and moved to the other side of the country with my kids, then aged 5 and 7. At the time I weighed 80 lbs, could barely stand up, and was deaf from inner-ear swelling. I hadn't eaten solid food in three months. He filed a restraining order keeping me from showing up unannounced or approaching the kids without permission, because he said my history of depression endangered them. What did I do, how awful am I, to have driven a man everyone says is nice to do something that seems so far beyond common decency?)
I know it's water long under the bridge now; the kids have a new mom and I have a new life, but lately I just can't get it out of my head.
Then, someone at another site said he's seen my pictures and I'm "a freaky little thing." He said it to someone else on that site, so it's not like he was deliberately insulting me. This is combined with the fact that someone new was hired at work, and she is very beautiful and does my job better than I do. She makes a lot more sales than me; and I just know it's because she's pretty, and when people see me they see a crooked smile with bad teeth, a nose like a beak, and an asymmetrical face. I had thought I was "over" my looks issues, that I was OK with being funny-looking and unattractive, but I guess I'm not.
And then there's the matter of my mental illnesses. I'm just no good at the day-to-day tasks of living...and who ever heard of a competent professional with depression and anxiety anyhow? How can I ever get respect or make a living like this?
Anyway, sorry for spewing. The person I normally would go to when I needed to let out a massive vent of self-doubt has died, so I decided I'd just dump the whole pile out in the open.
Tucker
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