I feel pathetic. It has been two years since my ex husband walked out on our young family and moved in with the other women. I must have had the equivalent of months and months worth of therapy in that time and I still can’t let go of the life I dreamed we would have. It still catches me off guard at times and the tears fall. I do not know how I will ever get over the betrayal of the person I trusted more than anything and I no longer trust my judgment. I have no desire to date. I just feel a deep rooted sadness.
I have built a good life for the kids and I. We have a home and I have gone from being a stay at home mum to getting a great job I love. I do not miss having a man around making a mess and constantly moaning. BUT I still feel sad for the life I feel was stolen away. I never would have had children knowing I would end up a single parent and taking on the majority of all the childcare.
I feel like I am forever partly broken and I can not admit it in real life as everyone thinks you should be this warrior who is ok and a strong independent single parent. But the truth is I am not ok. I still feel so much grief.