Thanks @Snowie
Since you asked, no, I'm not ok.
I am in the midst of a relationship ending. It had to happen - we are both too different and we both have mental health issues, me: Complex-PTSD and depression, her: anxiety and (according to my therapist) narcissism. I'm not going to play the victim but I have been told that I was on the receiving end of a psychologically abusive relationship. Towards the end I - my body - was getting rashes whenever I felt the slightest indication of an argument on the horizon. I felt so out of control I started [edited by moderator] just so, in a weird way, I could feel in control of something.
So, I now have the added stress of finding out where to go, where to sleep, how to get my stuff, etc. But those thoughts are kind of on hold. Because what I feel right now is that I am damned evil.
I feel evil for this reason (sorry, I might have posted this story here before): my partner wanted to have children. We are both in our late 30s and for her it's now or never to get pregnant. I was on the fence with children, somewhat because of my own fears and issues, somewhat because I always knew there was something wrong with the relationship. I honestly did try to want to be a parent, but I could just never bring myself to commit. And so whenever the topic would come up I'd defer it and kick the can down the road. I delayed for a long time, partly because I was trying to convince myself and thought I needed more time, and partly because the arguments we had about it were so intense I would just agree to try again soon just to make them stop (typical C-PTSD response).
What I'm left with now is a huge amount of guilt. I should've been stronger sooner and ended the relationship so she could go and find someone else who would have a family with her. I felt like I lead her on. And now I am worried I have ruined her chances of parenthood. We both had our issues, but I should have been stronger.
There is also a bit of sadness for myself. I'm getting older now and most of my friends I grew up with have children. It seems I am so damaged, and having missed that age bracket, this might not be a possibility for me. I find myself grieving the loss of the children we never had.
And the world at this age is so...empty now. All my old friends have their kids, spouses and families now and no one has the time to catch up anymore. I've been reaching out but no one wants to hang out anymore. One moment I was hanging with my mates, going to festivals, celebrating peoples birthdays - any excuse for us all to catch up. Now I'm sleeping on a couch wondering where I'll be next week and lonely as all hell. How could I have f*cked all this up so badly?