I've always compared myself to my cousin. I think it was because we were so close growing up, we might as well have been twins. We were so alike, often thought the same, and had a special bond and even a secret language. We weren't just cousins, we were best friends and felt like twin sisters. We even came up with a theory that we were really sisters and that one of our mums adopted one of us.
When we reached adolescence I noticed my cousin was luckier than me. She had more friends than me, and most of them bullied me. I felt like they came right between us and I felt very alone and isolated. It was heartbreaking. She'd rather keep her friends happy than care about me any more. Then she was the first out of us two to go abroad, and I felt so jealous. And she was the first out of us two to get her first boyfriend. And then she abandoned everyone by choosing to run off with some guy who wouldn't let her see her family, not even her friends, so I lost her completely and had to just move on, which I did.
Then 10 years later she managed to finish the relationship, but all her friends seemed to just pick up where they left off, adding her on Facebook, while I often get/got rejected on Facebook when trying to stay in touch with my old schoolfriends, which hurts. When she came out of the abusive relationship (strangely unfazed and no signs of PTSD whatsoever), she walked straight into another relationship (which I'm not jealous of, as I've never been abused by men and I've been in a loving relationship for 10 years, although I'm jealous of how she seems very happy-go-lucky, while I'm traumatised by less than what she went through).
And now, lo and behold, she's pregnant. Always one step ahead of me. I'm scared this will lead to her succeeding more and more, despite her learning disorder (not autism). I know what mothers are like, they are drawn to other mothers and they form a friendship circle. And she'll be given a council house, and somehow a good paying job will probably await her sometime in the future. At the moment she's a cleaner on low wages (just like me) but if everything else is working out for her then I guess her employment life will too. And she's ecstatic, over the moon, and feeling blessed.
And here's me. Lost my mum. On low wages. Too stressy, anxious and pain-sensitive to have children of my own. Too thick and anxious to find a better paying job (in fact I'm not career-orientated at all, I'm more of a stay-at-home housewife type but obviously I can't afford to have that lifestyle). My cousin could. Once the baby is born she'll leave work for a while, be a stay-at-home mum and housewife, then when she's ready to return to work she'll probably get a better paid job somewhere.
I just feel so worthless, like I'm destined to be unhappy.
When we reached adolescence I noticed my cousin was luckier than me. She had more friends than me, and most of them bullied me. I felt like they came right between us and I felt very alone and isolated. It was heartbreaking. She'd rather keep her friends happy than care about me any more. Then she was the first out of us two to go abroad, and I felt so jealous. And she was the first out of us two to get her first boyfriend. And then she abandoned everyone by choosing to run off with some guy who wouldn't let her see her family, not even her friends, so I lost her completely and had to just move on, which I did.
Then 10 years later she managed to finish the relationship, but all her friends seemed to just pick up where they left off, adding her on Facebook, while I often get/got rejected on Facebook when trying to stay in touch with my old schoolfriends, which hurts. When she came out of the abusive relationship (strangely unfazed and no signs of PTSD whatsoever), she walked straight into another relationship (which I'm not jealous of, as I've never been abused by men and I've been in a loving relationship for 10 years, although I'm jealous of how she seems very happy-go-lucky, while I'm traumatised by less than what she went through).
And now, lo and behold, she's pregnant. Always one step ahead of me. I'm scared this will lead to her succeeding more and more, despite her learning disorder (not autism). I know what mothers are like, they are drawn to other mothers and they form a friendship circle. And she'll be given a council house, and somehow a good paying job will probably await her sometime in the future. At the moment she's a cleaner on low wages (just like me) but if everything else is working out for her then I guess her employment life will too. And she's ecstatic, over the moon, and feeling blessed.
And here's me. Lost my mum. On low wages. Too stressy, anxious and pain-sensitive to have children of my own. Too thick and anxious to find a better paying job (in fact I'm not career-orientated at all, I'm more of a stay-at-home housewife type but obviously I can't afford to have that lifestyle). My cousin could. Once the baby is born she'll leave work for a while, be a stay-at-home mum and housewife, then when she's ready to return to work she'll probably get a better paid job somewhere.
I just feel so worthless, like I'm destined to be unhappy.