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.
45 years of abuse.
And no-one cares.
I am completely alone.
Not a single soul who loves me.
Not a single soul who cares about what I have endured.