I am just getting over my second divorce and wonder whether they have been entirely my fault or I just choose the wrong type of men. I long to be loved, needed and appreciated. All the things I didn’t get from my mother. I don’t even know if it’s all gone wrong because I hold back too much, am too independent or much too clingy. My father left home when I was ten because he couldn’t take my mother’s nagging so I don’t have any memories of a happy home life. I’ve watched how other couples cope with each other and have tried to copy their behaviour, but it hasn’t worked. I don’t have children because I just didn’t dare and it’s now too late. My mother demeaned me at every opportunity and told me more times than I can count that no one would want to marry me. Perhaps I rushed into two marriages in quick succession just to prove her wrong.
But now I think she might be right. Please help me. I don’t know how someone can cope in adult life when their mother wanted to crush them to pieces.