You are going to get lengthy and intelligent replies to your post however that's just probably going to confuse you further.
I don't think that is possible.
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Are you supposed to not have friends, not get a life, not enjoy yourself?
Yes. You know I don't mean that. Having friends is one thing but to drag someone else into my life of hell is another.
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Just be aware of the current state of your heart and mind.
I am. My heart is broken into a million pieces and no amount of super glue will fix it. My mind is just plain f'd up?
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Take your time and just live.
I thought I was taking my time. Maybe I just haven't taken enough time.
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you are a good person who fought a helluva good fight
Well evidentally I didn't fight hard enough.
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You didn't quit, he did.
No, he left to "find" himself. He left because he never had the chance to live the teenage life. I did. By the time I met him I was 19 years old. I had been to the wild parties, dated around, done all the things any teenager does to rebel against their parents. He was 16 and never got to do any of that. We started dating when he was in 11th grade, moved in together 6 months after he graduated, got married when he was 19 and I was 22. We were married almost a year when I got pregnant. When he left he told me it was because he felt he missed out on part of his life.
The thing that really hurts is he lied to me when he left. He said it wasn't for another woman. I found out the truth and he still won't admit it. Maybe it is the guilt, I don't know. How do you think it makes me feel that he left me for someone older that has a face that would make a maggot run and hide?
I know after having the kids I expanded around the middle a lot. He never once complained. I finally decided to do something for myself and I lost 52 pounds. I felt better than I had in a long time. But then....about 6 months after I lost the weight....out the door he went.
The ironic thing about all of is this is the woman he is with now is a couple years older than me but much bigger. I have seen pictures of her. She reminds me of ME a few years ago. Her hair is cut the way I used to wear my hair. She dressed like I did back then (sloppy and frumpy). Even my youngest daughter told me she reminded her of me. The a$$hole even mentioned that to me one day. He said that our youngest told him she reminded her of me. Why would he say that?
I have gone through the house and removed all pictures of him. I can't move forward if I have him looking back at me each day. HE STILL HAS THE FREAKING PICTURES OF US SITTING AROUND HIS APARTMENT. What gives?
