I have read each and every post in this thread and felt this would be a good place to express myself. I understand those of you in similar situations.
Although I am married for this past 24 years, somehow I feel unable to talk to my wife about how I feel and my emotions. Last year she commented about a neighbour that took their own life calling them a coward for taking the easy way out, knowing that I had been close to this myself so I am even more convinced she would never in a million years understand me.
I figured that since I was struggling to box stuff back up that perhaps putting it here might help me do that.
I am ex military, served in the gulf during desert storm and blame the MOD for a lot of issues thanks to them using us as lab rats, but that's another story

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Throughout my childhood from aged 7 till 16 I was target by various men and groomed and abused. I never told anyone about this, at the time I felt I deserved it and over time it became part of life and I just lived with it. Despite having great parents, it became my main source of attention as I increasingly felt isolated in a large family of 10 children, at least someone was giving me sweets and making me feel wanted. I thought I had escaped when I went to boarding school aged 11 but my little brother died aged 7 and I ran away back home. Even after moving to a different town it wouldn't be long before somehow some bloke would find me and the cycle would continue. At 13, I threw myself under a bus but went to soon as the driver managed to swerve in time. I even thought I was gay as I neared 16 as I had never had any meaningful relationships with girls my age although that changed once I left home and started to go drinking and socialising. At 21 I joined the Army and I married wife 1, out of spite as my family did not like her. I should have realised when on our wedding night she told me she had slept with a friend whilst I was in Germany and she was very quick to remind me each time we argued that I would never know if I was the child's dad. A year after the birth we had child no2 but sadly she died at 4 months old for 7 years I had a horrible wife that would publicly humiliate me in front of my friends. I met wife no2 and was saved Yay and ever since my life got better and all the was nicely kept away. When I got out the army I never felt quite right, always tired with no energy and as the years moved along I slowly deteriorated and after dosing off at the wheel I jacked in lorry driving and went to work in an office in what was certainly a stress free role.
I can pretty much cut anyone from my life and move on without emotion or feeling and I know this is not normal as I was not always like this. I have been spending time in games just to keep my head occupied. I have been feeling really low and struggling to put things back in the box.
This week my granddaughter died aged 5 and it brought back so many memories of when I lost my own daughter 36 years ago. Since I never met my granddaughter and only saw her occasionally if I happen to spot her in town or from the wife's photo collection. I feel as though those around me don't feel I have any right to feel an grief and feel guilty because all I feel is pain right now for a little girl that I was denied to hold and cherish.
So many times I feel like running away to who knows where or worse, but I plod on with emotional pain in my head and a tired pain through the rest my body. I go to bed tired and wake up tired, can no longer focus on stuff and struggling to find reasons to exist and its been this way for the past 4 years, in the past I was always able to shake of this feeling sorry for myself but not anymore.
Sorry for the wall of text, I only intended to make a passage and it was turning into a life story lol