I'm still here. Reading everything, trying to hold it together at work and in life in general. Mostly not succeeding.
Still have that "stuck" feeling and I'm going to have to bring this up with IC and probably talk to my doctor about increasing dose of AD meds.
D now appears to be just a matter of time, and W seems to be getting meaner and colder by the week. Another passive-aggressive text tonight. I don't know what's going on with her. I'm fairly certain I won't be getting a second chance. I spent most of the afternoon going over the last 7 months and trying to think of what I could have done differently. Pointless.
There are times I wish I could just get plastered and go home with someone, anyone. Has been half a year since I felt loved in a way that meant something. I know I'm supposed to love myself, but that doesn't seem to be happening. Hugs from friends and family doesn't quite cut it.
I could use any encouragement people might be able to spare.
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")