Thank you Photoka and Fogg. I am detached from him, no longer on his string wanting my M...and I grow stronger, it's true.
But now I struggle with something that seems to sit on my chest all day. I cry and cry. Days pass in what feels like hours. I still get out and I still GAL but it's positively joyless except for a few glimmers where something seems funny to me or I find myself inspired. I am trusting that these moments will increase despite what feels like a long slide the other way.
My STBX must have felt something like this after enough time has passed since his accident, and he looked healed...when people no longer acted as though anything had happened or he might need them.
I told my IC, bestie...the hardest thing is it's a blip on everyone else's timeline. It still feels raw to me as the week it happened. There's nothing to say to anyone any more. No one understands and I feel incredibly alone and stopped in time in this way.
Mid 30's Psych-abusive M with violent tantrums from XH D 9/15; NC forever on