I've found myself also questioning whether or not I'm just masking by activities. I had a stretch where the last 3 weekends I went somewhere every weekend. Once to DC, once to Houston and another time to visit family in Austin. I found myself feeling like I was running from my problems and the dreaded thought of being in a big empty house alone. That's what it feels like now. A house, not a home.
I think part if it is "faking" it, at first - of course you don't want to do stuff. I don't. I want to sit home and eat ice cream and cry. But the more you do, the less you dwell on it, and the less you dwell on it the more you do and .. it gets better and easier.
Or at least, that's what I hear. I haven't actually gotten to that stage yet. I'm still in the 'crying, ice cream' stage.
H: 39, Me: 37 SD: 18, S: 7 M: 9, T: 10 "I love you but am not in love with you" - 5/11 Discovered online affair - 7/11