My entire life has been about enduring toxic people.
Narcissists, sociopaths, psychopaths, paedophiles.
Not one single person who cares about me.
In 45 years.
No-one cares about the impact on me. How it makes me wish I could die. How I would be dead if it weren’t for my children.
I have no-one physically in my life who cares about me.
It always ‘all about the poor toxic people’. It’s always all about what ‘their’ childhood was like.
And how I am somehow responsible for dealing with their issues and how I am meant to help them.
I’ve been made to be responsible for toxic people, since being a child.
And no-one cares about the childhood ‘I’ suffered through.
That doesn’t matter.
‘I’ never matter.
It’s always all about toxic people.
No-one cares at all, how all the abuse has destroyed my entire life.
No-one cares that every person who has abused me, intended to hurt me. I know they all intended to abuse me. But that doesn’t matter to everyone else.
What happened to me, doesn’t matter.
It’s only ever about abusive, toxic, heinous people. Continue reading