I would say it's normal. Whether you look at it from a scientific or a theological perspective, humans have a built-in mechanism to connect with other people. Severing that connection feels like dying, because to some extent we can't survive without someone to love.

It's a problem when the person we love doesn't love us. Or when the person we love hurts us. Or when the person we love dies.

Doesn't help with detachment, is what I'm learning.

The only thing I've found that helps in the short time I've been doing this is reaching out to people who love me almost as much. Or more, but in a non-husband way. Family, friends. People who remind you who you really are and won't hesitate to tell you.


H: 35 W: 33
M: 11 T: 13

4/10/18: I discovered A and confronted ("BD1")
6/23/18: I moved out
8/31/18: MC ends ("BD2")