When I left Bristol and moved to Wales I had what I thought was a big group of friends. The distance quickly weeded out the friends who thought I was worth the effort, and there weren’t very many of them. And it hurt. Still does sometimes.
I reached a point last year where I thought I had found my people here in Wales. Then I stuck up for myself when I was singled out by a narcissistic bully, and I was labelled the troublemaker. Turns out I only have about 3 friends here too. Maybe less.
Fuck, that hurts.
Am I just really unlikeable?
I’m a mess today. This all happened weeks ago and I’ve had periods of being ok with it all.
Now I just want to move home. I just want to escape.
The broken boiler and lack of hot water and heating isn’t helping my mood.