"I don't have an urge to share the gory details, but I do want people to know that I was fighting... And I continued to fight for months and months and months. Just seems like no one will ever know. It's the ultimate test of humility, I guess."
I agree, Feyth; it is the ultimate test of humility.
I have shared my story with close friends...people I reached out to after H moved out when I was desperate to find a support group. My former "friends" (I call them my old "social group" now) proved to be H's friends. Since they haven't even asked after me, they won't hear my side to the story. I'm sure the assumptions and gossip are interesting.
As for his family, they aren't very detail or "feelings" oriented. H didn't even tell his parents that he filed until a few weeks ago (he filed at the end of January).
It does stink. You want someone to talk to them, shake them, slap some sense into them. Turn them back into old H. Isn't that what friends and family are for? Tough love, a different perspective? Someone to answer to?
Nope. But we get to change, grow, and become a better person. We get to find out who our real friends are. We get to learn all about ourselves and who we are in this process. We get a great consolation prize. We may even learn to appreciate it.
M-51 H-54 2D-27 and 25 M-26 yrs Bombshell and IHS 7-29-15 He moved out 10-3-15 D filed 1-27-16 D final 10-27-16
