((((((((Hugs ))))))) for everyone. This is a great thread, difficult, but good.
I've been thinking about this for a while now, and my worst betrayals are not by my abuser and rapist. They didn't love me, and weren't supposed to care about me. Really it has been the people closest to me that have hurt me the most.
My mum is probably the worst, and most of my mental health problems boil down to her never wanting or loving me. I believe that when I was born my mum had post natal depression that was never treated. She despised me the day I was born, and that has never changed. She blames me for all of her mistakes, and is jealous of everything that I have done with my life that she couldn't. I have acheived a lot in my life, but she has never once been proud.
Also, she can't bear to touch me. As a child I was never hugged or kissed. Even now, if I brush past her she will flinch. This hurts more than anything else that has ever happened to me.
Michael is the father of my 4 year old son. We were good friends for about 2 years before we got it together. I knew it wasn't going anywhere, but my mum had just kicked me out at age 17, and I had moved away from my friends, so the company was good. I fell pregnant, and booked an abortion. Within two days of booking it he was gone. He didn't even say "it's over", he just went. Stopped answering my calls, even ignored my letters. I lost my job and was totally alone. I ended up cancelling the abortion, but making that choice pushed me the closest to suicide I have ever been. I know I will never get that low again. I found out later that he had left me for a 15 year old girl, they are still together, so she is my sons stepmum. To be honest I don't really know how I got over it.
My dad left when I was 2, but we have always had such a great relationship. We are very alike, another reason why my mum hates me so much, and I know he is proud of me. The day I turned 18 he gave me £400, and basically said "thats it, I'm off the hook, my responsibility to you is over". I felt like I'd been paid off. When he found out I was pregnant he refused to speak to me for a year. One day I just turned up on his doorstep and forced my way in. It has taken me a long time to start rebuilding that trust, and I really miss my old dad.