I Am Ashamed Of The Mistake I Made

The Story

Hello. I will ask you to publish my story, because I need to share my thoughts with someone, but I do not have the courage to make it real, so I turn to the monitor. I hasten to say that I am not seeking advice - what has happened has already happened and there is no way to change it. I will just try to overcome it. I have always required myself to be brave, strong, independent. I am taught not to show my weakness, and when I have to be weak - to hide it. I blame myself easily and I have high demands on myself, which I think I have to cover at all costs. I met a boy a few months ago. It was not love at first sight for me or for him. I agreed to start dating him not because I was in love with him, but because at that moment I felt alone. And despite all my talk about how a woman should be strong and independent without a man, I desperately needed love, and then I felt as alone as ever. It is important to say that this is my first and last relationship, at least for now. However, I thought that despite my humble experience, I knew what I should do - never give myself completely, never lower my head, never lose my dignity. And in the beginning, I followed my own advice ... by the time he started to lose interest, and I was no longer alone enough. In a few weeks, I became my worst version. Slowly but surely I became desperate to hold him. I gave him everything. I was ready to sleep with him, even though I didn't want him to just stay with me. I became what I had promised myself never to be. I didn't feel his love, but even his little attention was enough for me. Because I was so lonely. At some point, he may have realized this ... I don't know. But whatever the reason, he found another. At first, when I found out that he had cheated on me, I blamed him terribly - especially for not having the courage to tell me. But what I only realized later was how he tried to break up with me twice ... and I was too insecure to leave him. I became what I hated the most - a sticky, a victim who is too weak to be his own support. I'm so ashamed. I can't let anyone see this part of me, so I can't share it with anyone. I was so weak, pathetic. I can't stop thinking about him and our relationship because I'm still weak. I desperately want to be loved. And I'm a hypocrite because I've been saying so long, that one has to be one's own support, oneself to love oneself, but I can't do that. Guilt eats away at me, but shame is what bothers me the most. I don't know if I can forgive myself. It hurts me because he stopped caring about me, but what hurts me the most is that I made a fool of myself. Just because I wanted someone to love me. I'm ashamed that this is my story. I feel that I have lost all my dignity. And even though I didn't have sex with him, I was so willing to give him anything that it was as if I had. But I can't hide that in myself anymore. I know you will judge me, but no one can judge me as harshly as I judge myself. but what hurts me the most is that I made a fool of myself. Just because I wanted someone to love me. I'm ashamed that this is my story. I feel that I have lost all my dignity. And even though I didn't have sex with him, I was so willing to give him anything that it was as if I had. But I can't hide that in myself anymore. I know you will judge me, but no one can judge me as harshly as I judge myself. but what hurts me the most is that I made a fool of myself. Just because I wanted someone to love me. I'm ashamed that this is my story. I feel that I have lost all my dignity. And even though I didn't have sex with him, I was so willing to give him anything that it was as if I had. But I can't hide that in myself anymore. I know you will judge me, but no one can judge me as harshly as I judge myself.

Last Updated
August 30, 2020
Author:
hanszimmer

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