Phuckmylyfe82
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Several years ago when my two middle children were still toddlers, I was busy making dinner one day and I had stepped away from the stove and they had snuck out the side door and the neighbor went and got them for me and brought them back to me. I admit that I messed up big time, but ever since then I have been judged severely, as if no one around me has ever messed up with their lives or with their kids. After that incident, I made sure it never happened again. I realize it could have ended up much worse than it did. Well.... it was just brought up again and again I feel really judged and I can still feel the feeling of being judged and put down due to one mistake I made, but they never want to admit their f ups... I don't need to be reminded how f*cked up that experience was and how it could have ended. I am already having a tough time dealing with these PTSD symptoms. Dammit I hate people... I probably won't be posting under this name ever again out of fear of being judged.... and looked at once again as the worst person in the world.
Of course it was my boyfriend and his family who have judged me severely over the years and he is the one who brought up again just now and how that old hag that he had as a mother used to always talk shit about me. I am so glad she died..... I just wish he would stop bringing stuff up....
Of course it was my boyfriend and his family who have judged me severely over the years and he is the one who brought up again just now and how that old hag that he had as a mother used to always talk shit about me. I am so glad she died..... I just wish he would stop bringing stuff up....
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