It's one year since my ex met her, and nearly 8 months since I packed my bags and went nc with him and everyone that connected me to him. I'm living with my parents again after nearly 20 years, on antidepressants after a very close call, working in a job I don't understand and pining, absolutely pining, for the life I had before he fucked it all up. I still cry pretty much every day and, although I'm pushing hard to keep distracted and keep getting up every day, I feel like a car running on fumes that's about to cut out any minute now. How long is this going to take, or will it ever end?