There have been such a mix of things which have tipped me over from misery to happiness but I’m happy to say I am back – sadly for those I know, bigger and brighter than before….
The last piece to leave was the tension in my jaws and I am still scared I won’t get a full night’s sleep without a tablet, but I stopped the anti-depressants more than a week ago now – and my mood is still incredibly optimistic.

Dealing with the rubbish you build up from your youth is like peeling an onion. One layer down and there is always further to go. For me at least it has taken two traumatic events to force me to reveal the next layers – my divorce and the last 14 months spent being in love with a married man.

So I was brought up believing I was deeply unattractive. Mistaken for a boy until I was 12, in a family that thought trying to make yourself look good was a sin, schooled in an all girls convent, rejected by all the boys I quite liked at 13, then 17, then 19. I held it as the deepest truth that no one would ever find me attractive. So when my first boyfriend tried to leave me at 19 I was sick and hopeless for weeks; when my husband to-be admitted he did not find me attractive at 28, I still held on like grim death – who else would want me after all?

This makes me sound like a sad and hopeless case. And I’m not and have never been.

I used my brains and personality to get myself friends, qualifications, a great job. But still felt ugly.

So the first 35 years of my life were spent with the truth that I was ugly but had brains and personality. I held my life together by sheer force of will. My marriage, dream house, dream job, circle of friends.

The next 10 have been spent on a fucking roller coaster as I dismantled each of these structures and dealt with the shit.

3 of those years were spent dealing with the fact that me and my husband should not be married to each other. 2 more dealing with the shock and grief of our split. 3 more working like mad turning stuff at work around and dating like crazy – proving again and again that someone might want to sleep with me (but not love me of course). Then the last 14 months laying myself at the feet of someone who loved me but could not be with me. Allowing myself to be treated appallingly and just going back for more and more. In the certainty that he was the only one in the world who I could love who could also love me.

It is about 3 months since the dramatic soap opera of an ending. 3 months in which I’ve written like crazy, cried and cried, talked and talked, taken anti-depressants.

I firmly believe it is now dealt with. That that is it for me now. I know myself to be attractive, intelligent and an agent for change in whatever I might throw myself into. I’m currently throwing myself into women at work and the mental health agenda.

What has happened?

It’s hard to lay a finger on.

A few people have called me beautiful, or ” a nice-looking woman” or wonder woman. An ex told me I looked better now than I did 5 years ago. (Sadly he looked a lot worse). I could hear this and believe it.

I’m now very well known in our industry. I know I’m a self publicist and a few people are snidy about that, but most people appreciate the fun and glamour I bring to a relatively dull industry. Yes glamour.

There’s a fine line between boasting and self confidence and I feel I might be about to cross it. Enough said.

I’m 46. Women are beautfiul well into their 50s these days…..

  

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6 thoughts on “Life is a roller coaster – served up with parmesan cheese….

  1. Oops lol. For so long. I cannot even imagine. I was told every day I was beautiful, smart n special. Even during the chubby awkward braces years lol. As a kid, I just assumed everyone was taught this by their parents. It’s unacceptable not to give your kids the confidence in themselves. But you are so strong to have learned that u are beautiful inside n out! Bravo my friend! Hugs to u xo.

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  2. Oh n last week a guy I went all thru school with told me I’m even more beautiful now than I was in high school. And I was hot senior year heehee. Seriously though, it was so nice for the ego lol but when he said I always had a kind heart n made him feel like less of a nerd because I talked to him? That made my day!

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  3. I thought I was going through hell. I was left by my boyfriend (now ex) 5 months ago after a 4.5 year relationship. He was my world and husband to-be. We were planning on getting married and then he dropped the bomb and asked for space and time and came back to tell me he didn’t love me any longer. It would be an understatement to say it shook my world. I was in misery, shock and the only thing that went on in my head was “How can I live without him?”. I was fortunate enough to have come across a 75 year old man (through a friend, a sort of preacher – another religion) whom I could chat with and who very delicately guided me away from self destruction and serious depression and suicidal thoughts. I owe everything to that man whom I secretly refer to as my spiritual teacher in my head. This was my first and only relationship and I felt stupid and naive to believe that we would get married. I felt shame and guilt, stupid and foolish for committing adultery. It might sound old fashioned but it mattered and still matters a lot to me because I think it seriously affects how we feel. I’m 26 and I thought my life has ended and that I can never love again and never marry and that I’m better off alone.
    I never thought I was pretty and he was the first one to ever show interest in me, approach me and ask me out. In fact, he chased me because I had refused. And now he’s gone. But he left me with a lot of lessons I have to learn and a lot of understanding and so much scope for improvement and spiritual exposure that I never paid attention to before. I still think of him everyday and I can’t imagine a day when I won’t. I don’t know yet. Maybe one day.
    Reading your post has inspired me so much. You have been so strong and it’s wonderful to see that you’re still going at 45. I can’t even imagine going through all that and still putting myself out there. You’re amazing and it makes me feel hopeful and open to learning to love myself. Thank you for sharing!

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    1. Hello, how lovely to hear from you! I think every life has a measure of sadness in it. Mine came in mid life, yours has clearly come earlier. Good for you for engaging with it all so effectively though – there’s loads of growth in sadness even though we’d all rather not go through it. Thanks so much for writing I am really touched:)

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