a difficult time in my life

About 18 years ago, I met a man. I worked with him he was a doctor where I worked. We dated and got engaged. Looking back, there were issues, but I was in love then and didn’t notice. He was 10 years older than me and an only child. I don’t remember the specifics, but I remember there being problems with his family. I don’t believe they ever really liked me. Although I do remember them saying I wasn’t good enough for their son, as I wasn’t a doctor or lawyer. And I think the apron strings were never cut between him and his mother. He was 35 when we met, and still lived at home until about 6 months before the wedding.

We were due to be married in 2015. He had bought a home and I had started moving my stuff in. It was a month before the wedding and for some reason, I was at his house, with his Aunt yelling and abusing me, saying that we were never getting married, and the family had known this for a month previous. I found my stuff packed up in the lounge room. I had NO IDEA! He also demanded the engagement ring back. I did give it back as I didn’t want any issues.

I was devastated and went to a really dark place in my life. It was like I curled up into a ball that I couldn’t get out of for a while. I was just glad to have a supportive family and friends at the time. Although I was devastated, they were there to pick me up when I was down, and just be there for me with whatever was happening.

My parents had a “party” (for want of a better word) on the wedding day! I was grateful to have the support and love, and something to take my mind off everything.