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Rainerius
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I hope this wont turn into a long aimless ramble, but knowing myself, I am sure that it will. So apologies in advance 
Iām 34, agnostic, childless, and alone.
When I was a teen, while I was definitely a bit of a dog, I always wanted to settle down and have a big family. I always thought I would end up with my high school sweetheart but it was not to be. It ended very badly when I was 22 and I donāt think I ever recovered. I havenāt been in a long term relationship ever since. In fact I only made one more attempt at a serious relationship after that. It was when I was 28-29 and that failed spectacularly too. In both cases, while I think the women were needlessly heartless and cruel, I admit that it was my own emotional instability that was the larger cause of the problems.
Iāve dealt with pretty much daily thoughts of suicide since I was 13-14. I was in therapy off and on for 15 years. I was in therapy so long, my therapist eventually got old and died of cancer, and at that point I felt I was āstable enoughā and moved on. I still get depressed and have a lot of self hatred and self loathing, but I think Iām well passed the point of ever actually committing suicide. Iām an adult, I can deal with my problems, but that doesnāt mean the problems magically disappear, and I know that they never will.
I grew up in a turbulent home. It was a āblended familyā. My father married a woman with two kids from a previous marriage. My older brother and older sister had a lot of jealousy and trauma over their father abandoning them (obviously) and this was unavoidably taken out on me. My brother was and is twice my size. There were daily beatings growing up, and my sister would lie to my parents and tell them I started it etc. They were a team, and I was the odd one out. My parents were so worried about the trauma my siblings had suffered, that they didnāt realize what a heavy weight had been placed on me. I also got bullied a lot at school because Iām quite nerdy and somewhat shy and awkward. So it was bullying at school, and bullying at home. I eventually learned to just stay to myself and avoid everyone else in the world, and this has remained a big part of my personality into adulthood.
My parents got divorced when I was 7. Iāve never had a stable loving bond with anyone other than my father.
Why did my father pick such an unstable field to grow his family? Well, he himself came from a broken home. His mother was part of the 60s āliberationā movement and left my grandfather for the town preacher when my father was 14. He didnāt see her again until he was 28 and I was being born. My grandfather didnāt truly survive that humiliation. He was left with three kids and no wife and did the best he could, but obviously my father was missing female attention and when he got older he picked the first woman that came along. I think he liked being needed. He liked being the savior/martyr figure.
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Iām 34, agnostic, childless, and alone.
When I was a teen, while I was definitely a bit of a dog, I always wanted to settle down and have a big family. I always thought I would end up with my high school sweetheart but it was not to be. It ended very badly when I was 22 and I donāt think I ever recovered. I havenāt been in a long term relationship ever since. In fact I only made one more attempt at a serious relationship after that. It was when I was 28-29 and that failed spectacularly too. In both cases, while I think the women were needlessly heartless and cruel, I admit that it was my own emotional instability that was the larger cause of the problems.
Iāve dealt with pretty much daily thoughts of suicide since I was 13-14. I was in therapy off and on for 15 years. I was in therapy so long, my therapist eventually got old and died of cancer, and at that point I felt I was āstable enoughā and moved on. I still get depressed and have a lot of self hatred and self loathing, but I think Iām well passed the point of ever actually committing suicide. Iām an adult, I can deal with my problems, but that doesnāt mean the problems magically disappear, and I know that they never will.
I grew up in a turbulent home. It was a āblended familyā. My father married a woman with two kids from a previous marriage. My older brother and older sister had a lot of jealousy and trauma over their father abandoning them (obviously) and this was unavoidably taken out on me. My brother was and is twice my size. There were daily beatings growing up, and my sister would lie to my parents and tell them I started it etc. They were a team, and I was the odd one out. My parents were so worried about the trauma my siblings had suffered, that they didnāt realize what a heavy weight had been placed on me. I also got bullied a lot at school because Iām quite nerdy and somewhat shy and awkward. So it was bullying at school, and bullying at home. I eventually learned to just stay to myself and avoid everyone else in the world, and this has remained a big part of my personality into adulthood.
My parents got divorced when I was 7. Iāve never had a stable loving bond with anyone other than my father.
Why did my father pick such an unstable field to grow his family? Well, he himself came from a broken home. His mother was part of the 60s āliberationā movement and left my grandfather for the town preacher when my father was 14. He didnāt see her again until he was 28 and I was being born. My grandfather didnāt truly survive that humiliation. He was left with three kids and no wife and did the best he could, but obviously my father was missing female attention and when he got older he picked the first woman that came along. I think he liked being needed. He liked being the savior/martyr figure.
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