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wishicouldctb
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- Apr 15, 2024
- 20
My whole life I've felt like a mistake. I'm biracial in a white town and I always felt like the outcast. I started really feeling depressed and thinking about suicide around 10 or 11. Everyone who was my friend would make the occasional racist joke. In highschool and middle school all of the other girls were dating but none of the boys were interested in me beyond sex because nobody wanted to date the black girl. Nobody understood the way I felt. My mom was white and my dad had support in his black friends and family in a different state whom he was in frequent contact with and would see often. He went to school in that other state around a lot of other black people and didn't understand what school was like being one of 5 black kids out of 100s of white kids. I didn't feel like I belonged anywhere. I would get made fun of for my hair by the white kids and made fun of about how white I sounded or acted whenever i was around other black people, but i still wanted to be accepted by somebody and after the constant rejection and hatred i had faced from the white kids in my school I decided to go try to find my place with the black kids. Around 16 when I started driving I ended up going to a town about 30 minutes away from me that had a black population. I started hanging out with other black people and finally getting attention from guys. I had sex with almost all of them. I just think finally getting that and being attractive to someone I didn't know how to act. All I really wanted though was someone to be with. I was only 16 but I wanted to feel like I could be loved. My whole life I felt unlovable. I was used by a lot of people. Used for sex or my car or money. Everytime I thought I found a real connection I ended up being disappointed and used or turned on. A lot of the boys and men I let use my body had records and pasts and agendas. I thought it was what I wanted but soon came to realize I was just trying to fill the void of connection that I had longed for my whole life. During all this I started buying, selling, and using drugs, mainly ectasy, and partying as many days as i could get out of my house. At 17 a few months from 18, I met a man 10 years my senior. I knew quickly there was something different about him. We went out. He made me feel seen. He made me feel heard. He made me want to get my life together. He understood me in a way nobody ever did. He made me feel like I meant something which is something I never felt. He made me feel like my life was meaningful and I could be loved by someone that wasn't required to love me like my family. He made me feel like I could have a future. He was everything I searched for for so long. I loved him and I still love him. But I lost him. When we met he told me he had a record, but that he was turning his life around and putting it past him. He ended up getting arrested on a DUI warrant he didn't tell me about and going to jail for a year and a half. I forgave him for not telling me. He told me he was getting his life together and he hadn't done anything wrong since the DUI and he just ran because he didn't want to go back to jail. We stayed in touch and together during his sentence. He had trust issues from the start of our relationship but they turned a head when he went to jail. I dealt with them though it was hard going to college and constantly being accused. I tried to understand where he was coming from since he had been cheated on in all of his previous relationships and during the last sentence he had in jail. We talked every day and I missed him so much. Eventually he got out and it was like a fairytale. We went out for nice dinners nice dates after a whole year and a half of being apart. He still has his trust issues but they were better once he was back home. Everything was great for years. And all of a sudden we started fighting all the time. I don't know why. We fought over everything he was so mad all the time. And I was easily irritated too. We fought and made up almost every night. One day we got into the worst fight. He saw my gay college classmates name in my phone and thought I was cheating. He hit me. He screamed at me and was mad like I never saw before. He threatened me. I was scared so I ran away. Every day I wish I didn't. That made him so mad. He thought it meant I was guilty of cheating anf it only got worse from there. He threatened my family. I reported him to the police because I was scared for my family. He didn't mean any of it. He was just mad. He was scared and hurt because he thought I cheated on him. I wish I didn't report him. He's in jail now. And without him I feel lost. I feel hopeless and empty. Nobody understands how I'm feeling because my family just think he's this terrible person and that's not true. We were together for years and he had never acted like this. He loved me so well. Now I feel split in the middle. I feel like I'm betraying my family for not wanting him in jail and like I betrayed him for calling the police. I thought about recanting but I'm afraid I'll be charged. I'm thinking my next step will be to hire a lawyer, but I will likely be disowned by my family. Wouldn't you hate your kid and sister for helping get the guy who threatened you out of jail? Whatever I do feels like it'll cost me something. And that's why at this point more than I ever have in all my life I want to just ctb and escape all of it. My boyfriend and I were planning a future, trying to get pregnant, and all this out of the blue. I don't want a future without him and maybe that sounds melodramatic but like I said he is the only person besides my family who has ever loved me. Who has ever got me. Who has ever truly cared about me. What he said and did wasn't him. He has mental issues. Me and his mom have been trying to get him help. It's not like he's been hurting me the whole relationship. Almost all of it was amazing. Now I lost him and I feel lost and empty. I feel like I can't breathe. I can barely get out of bed. That's how I was before I met him. The only things that got me up were partying and drugs. Now really nothing does. I can't get myself to do anything. I can't feel anything but self hatred and hurt. He was one of the only things holding me together. Don't get me wrong. When I was with him I still sometimes had months where I was depressed and days where I had suicidal thoughts, but I haven't been where I am now, at the point where all day long it's suicidal ideation, since I was in highschool. I haven't felt this hopeless since before we met. I don't know where to go from here. The only option to finally be free of all the pain inside me feels like ctb, but I probably will never be able to really work up the courage. I sit and imagine dying all day. I wish I could do more than just imagine.