| | 15829 | | I tried to tell my friends as I was growing up that my mother was abusing me, but everyone thought I was lying because she was "so nice" to them in public. I was really proud of myself for surviving it all and getting away from her and moving on to find my true love, but in reality the past is catching up with me.
All of my friends are more like acquaintances who think I'm so perfect, but they not only don't even know me but get mad when I tell them so. I desperately want a friend to speak to, but even beyond the abuse, my life is just . . . really weird and no one gets it (or probably wouldn't believe it). It makes me want to curl up and die, but I keep going on anyway. But, I'm not even sure what for because even if people are proud of my regular accomplishments, it means nothing to me without deep, meaningful relationships.
All my friends want to do is get together, eat things and watch TV, but I want to share something really special where there aren't much for secrets and being vulnerable is more acceptable. I have trouble with social norms, since I wasn't taught any growing up . . . Is there anywhere in the world where you can be close without meeting some special social standard?
I'm tired of other people telling me who I am. I wish someone would actually take an interest in getting to know me . . . and then not leave. It sounds so simple, and yet it's been my entire life (28 years) that I've sought that kind of friendship. Is something like this so far out there? It feels impossible. | | | | |
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