I know the despair you are feeling. Been there, bought the tshirt. And I was still able to reconcile with W.
She did EVERYTHING to make me feel she was done.
Dancing videos on FB, bought a new dog (she knew our current dog didn't get along with other dogs), she was looking at condos to buy, lots of pics of her out and about and smiling like she was on top of the world.
I was a gutted. My anxiety felt like a 24x7 panic attack for weeks at a time. I honestly did not think I would survive.
I hate admitting this, but I hoped to be in a car accident to not feel anything anymore. It was that bad.
And I still got her back.
My W is moving her stuff out now too, and I sends me reeling everytime I go back to the house and see less and less of her stuff there. It feels like I've been stabbed in the gut. The despair, the hopelessness, I can relate to all of that.
Dont panic. Take deep breathes. Your story isn't over, Sparks.
