I feel I suffer the loneliness of the long distance runner.
I must admit i usually keep my pain and feelings close to my chest,for fear of being thought of as weak and i have been through unbelievable heartache over the past few years,as has many others on here, and it does become soul destroying in trying to pretend that i'm coping,when in fact i am hurting,and now my little dog Eddie is nearing end of life and i am bereft with grief,as that little dog's eyes light up when he sees me,even now,and i cannot cope with anymore loss,for how much more can a sensitive take.
Its said that God only dishes it out to those who can take it,well,i do not appreciate Gods humour,and i am a commited Christian.
Sometimes i think i must have been a terrible person in a previous life but certainly in this present life i have been kind,considerate and generous which has not served me well,i have been used and abused and treated as a fool,more often than i will admit to.
However i am no fool,but i do suffer compassion on a huge scale,and because of this i have been taken advantage of,and i dont seek sympathy as i know exactly the choices i had,but i ignored my gut feeling,and allowed the wrong people into my life,and for that i am guilty.
Materially i am fortunate,but emotionally i am spent.