At what point during the last five years have you felt most lost and alone?

Around 2 days ago.
I don’t feel that way now though :)

@queenie,
Glad to hear you feel better now. :D

2007-summer 2008

Last year. It was a very hard time for me. Some much drama crap going on. Oh wait, that sounds like my day today! Sighs Will it ever end?

Wowza. It’s a toss up between:

A man who I thought was to be the love of my life and who told me I was his then went and traded me in for another woman in just a few weeks time of us being separated. I never did receive an apology or explanation for his deception and that messed with my ego tremendously to where I was very angry and destructive for a good year’s time.

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A man who had expressed being so serious about me as to say he wanted to marry me (no actual proposal though) took to exchanging sex texts, nude pictures, actual phone calls, holiday greetings and porn clips with “an old friend”. When I came across he deception then he had the nerve to tell me none of it was serious, the woman had always been in love with him and basically none of their carrying on was at his initiation. That was a huge thing for me to deal with, having had emotional affairs long distance before. I knew how serious it could be and was angry he had been willing to lose me in exchange to keep up contact with the woman.

@beccagolling,
I hope it does! D:
@Neizvestnaya,
Those both really suck. :( I’m sorry.

April-June 2006. I actually wanted to die and I hope I never feel that miserable again.

@Leanne1986,
I hope you never feel that bad again, also!

Right now. Since 2004, I’ve been living with an amazing woman: my wife and the woman of my dreams. But for the last two months, I’ve been living just outside of Amsterdam (where I moved for work) and she’s still in Oregon finishing her PhD. It’s been more stressful than we expected (and we expected an awful lot of stress).
I know that she’s there, and I’m still in contact with a lot of friends from back home, but weekend afternoons and evenings are the worst for me. There’s something about Sunday: it’s just a sad day when you’re by yourself and have no plans. So that’s when I feel most lost and alone.

@Mamradpivo,
I’m sorry. :( I sorta know that feeling. (Sorta)
I hope it all works out, and you can be together again soon.

The three times I was in jail in the last five years and the day almost five years to the day today June 17. 2006 when I cried what I intended to be my last time and I ingested 60 tablets of phenobarbital intending to die then waking up out of a coma some days later in a hospital and feeling more lost hopeless and worthless than ever because I fucked my whole life up and then fucked up a full fledged suicide attempt.

Before I met my wife-to-be, Vicky, I had been diagnosed with incurable cancer and operated on, I had undiagnosed diabetes, the military hadn’t begun paying me properly, I was in debt over my head, and my first wife had filed for divorce so she could marry a guy from her church. I was NOT a happy camper!

In ‘09 when my husband left me at a new home alone while he had surgery at a hospital fifteen miles away. I was alone for three days with unpacked boxes and when I’d go visit him he’d be awake for a minute then go back to sleep with barely a word. I’d drive home to the strange neighborhood to face the boxes and mess alone. When I brought him home he went straight to bed and I had some sort of episode—a minor heart attack or panic attack. I don’t know what it was but I had not slept hardly at all for three days and sunk to the floor. sitting up.

Since last year. The death of my loss, having to give up my step-kids, and the death of my father has hit rather hard.

It’s just outside your timeline, but my Mom died 6 years ago, and I was made executer of the will. Trying to deal with my sisters, my brother, and still do what my Mom wanted was difficult, especially since that pretty much prevented me for having an opinion, or being able to act on it. Selling the family house, and going thru all the stuff was brutal.

I don’t speak to some of my siblings. I am the black sheep because I dared to disagree with a couple of them. I feel ostracised by them and subsequently by other members of my family who took their side without ever asking me for my side of the story. My children have been invited to family events but I have been purposely left out, my children did not go. None of my family attended my wedding.

The initial cause of this disagreement was a very silly little argument but it has had long term effects. I have been and am still hurt by the way my family has behaved but I remind myself that I have a wonderful husband and beautiful children and I have to rise above the pettiness of my siblings. I met one of my other siblings (who was not involved at all in the original situation and lives overseas) for the first time in many, many years recently and it was lovely. I know they have been told the other parties side, but they didn’t say anything about the disagreement and neither did I. It was awkward when we were all in the same room on a couple of occasions and I felt very much on the outside. I hope I never treat people in this way. I hope I will always have more dignity and consideration for the feelings of others than that. Incidently, I have tried to end the hostility but those overtures have not been accepted.

@Bellatrix,
That’s really aweful. Have you tried talking to any of them? Family shouldn’t treat eachother that way. But maybe they feel the same as you do? Maybe they think you’re the one cutting them out of their lives? Have you tried to have contact with them?
I hope it all works out.

Thank you Ashleigh, and yes I have. However, sometimes people would rather hang on to “their truth” than consider the other side of the story. It hurts. I cannot deny that. However, I am reconciling myself (it is an ongoing process) to rising above it and just getting on with my life with my own family. I do appreciate the post though.

@Bellatrix,
My family and I have been in a similar situation. Although I’m young, and we worked it out after a few months. But it was a rough few months.
I couldn’t imagine going through that for years.
You’re very strong. :)
Good luck to you, and your family.

Nov 17th 2010…came as close to wearing a straight jacket as I have ever come…did not know where or who to turn to. That day was the longest day for me ever! :(

A few years ago I was forced to not be around someone I loved very much. She has since died and I miss her so much every single day. I still sometimes feel lost knowing she is nowhere on earth.