Today I realized that my self esteem has been so poor all my life that I could not comprehend the idea that someone else might like me or want to talk to me or be my friend or love me. It has confused me many years to have people find me interesting, but then be upset cause I just wanted others to like me for me.
This is what years of emotional abuse can do to a person. They think the world hates them or that they are unlovable by anyone. They have been called ugly, or told they are not funny or likable, called fat and stupid and by the ones the loved the most and yet never been able to do enough to make those individuals happy. So they start to believe the lies. Problem is only they can fix it.
We all are living with battle scars.