I just wanted to let everyone know that I will be a little scarce lately. I am accessing the boards through the library at the moment.
At 8:30 on Sunday morning, Marc threw me out of the apartment. He does not love me anymore. In an hour, I lost everything that had become familiar and comforting to me. I’m a little lost at the moment.
I didn’t really love him anymore. Everyday he hurt my feelings. He let me know in his own little way that I was never good enough. My self esteem has some recovering to do. I don’t want Marc back, I want the apartment back. I want the comfort of living by myself, without my mother. I was over him a long time ago. But I am not over the anger.
Yesterday morning, I went over there and beat the hell out of him. I was so angry at him for what he has done to my self esteem. I hit him repeatedly in the chest and arms. I’m lucky he didn’t call the cops. Needless to say, I went straight to my local mental health center and am now in some counseling. Pople with a history of depressive illness in thier family can sometimes have thier own depressive illness triggered by life changing events like these. She said my violent episode may be indicitive of a larger problem.
I have the large task of convincing myself that I am not inherently unlovable. Any flirting anyone could offer would be greatly appreciated.
Until Thursday, when I will be able to come to the library again, I will be thinking of you. I love you guys. Once I get a computer (Which will be soon, hopefully) this whole thing will seem so much less lonely.