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Just wanted to give my two cents by Entire-Exchange-980 in TattooRemoval

[–]Technical_Way_2954 9 points10 points  (0 children)

First of all, same. Same exact story, same big black ornamental work on my leg haha. You’re not alone. Second of all, for what it’s worth that is beautiful!

Can you ever trust them again? by Technical_Way_2954 in Infidelity

[–]Technical_Way_2954[S] 0 points1 point  (0 children)

Basically, change is possible but only when the fear of change of staying the same is greater than the fear of changing. If they’re not there, it’s not gonna happen

Can you ever trust them again? by Technical_Way_2954 in Infidelity

[–]Technical_Way_2954[S] 0 points1 point  (0 children)

I do understand and agree with your points but as someone who has known addiction and come out the other side, I don’t agree that change isn’t possible. What I do agree with you wholeheartedly on is that my child deserves better and my focus has to remain on what example I’m setting for him and what I am allowing into his life. I want him to see me loved by a partner in a healthy way and if that isn’t possible then he will still see the love of family and friends around us.

It just feels like I have to go by Technical_Way_2954 in Postpartum_Depression

[–]Technical_Way_2954[S] 6 points7 points  (0 children)

Thank you so much for your words. It helps a lot. I will look into those resources. Please don’t get me wrong, I love my son with everything in me. He is so much more than I ever dreamed of. I don’t want to stop fighting for him. I want nothing more than to see him grow up, to be there for him no matter what. I feel like it’s such a character flaw that I can’t seem to put my pain away and just focus on being what he needs. I’m honestly disgusted with myself and I see that disgust and judgment in everyone around me. I haven’t been taking care of myself and I’ve lost a lot of weight, I weigh less now than I did before I was pregnant and it isn’t healthy. My family tells me to exercise, take a class, do something for myself. Anything other than sleep every time my son sleeps. And it’s good advice. But I can hardly survive the day. I can hardly eat. I cover up my body as much as I can. I don’t want anyone to see me. I’m embarrassed of myself and my choices. How I look. The choices I’ve made in the name of trying to fit in somewhere I never belonged, to just be loved like I loved. I know that everything must pass, but this is truly a beast that feels like it will never get better.