What I Learned From My Toxic Past
Friends aren’t always friends
Background
I was a very sensitive young woman in the early 90’s who enjoyed being sociable
I became a single parent in 1997 and my relationship did not end on good terms.
I tried making friends again after my relationship ended, because though I enjoyed being sociable, I had been feeling isolated during my relationship which was far from peaceful, and I had also been a victim of community and domestic violence.
This was a big mistake, as I found myself a victim of community violence again, though all I wanted to do was make friends with other parents.
I found myself used and abused.
I was stolen from, and assaulted both sexually and physically, I also suffered from a variety of break-ins into my home.
I was often told it was my fault, and I have written about these events a few times, but here is what professionals did not know.
These people were often caring to me some of the time. They were nice to me in front of family and professionals, though that was a different story when they were not there.
They started as people I could share friendly banter with; however, as a caution, I refused to let them in.
