As per the title.
A week ago, my DH left. I found out things I never knew, and whilst the decision and his way of doing it has been brutal, I’ve naturally continued to dig deeper into what I thought was a happy relationship and realised it wasn’t. The signs were there, we’ve made each other unhappy, we’ve told each other what we’re actually thinking.
My thoughts, the “what ifs” are consuming me to the point of physically feeling this inside me. I can feel the pain in my blood (adrenaline?) it’s palpable: the pain of it all is sitting in my gut, a knot of anxiety I can’t shift.
I’ve got a good network around me, signed off work, even organised counselling too. Practically, I’m doing the right things- I’m writing things down, I’m going out for stupid mental health walks, even cold showers but I woke at 4.30am trying to catch my breath.
I can’t shake the feelings: sadness, and grief of what I’ve lost, my life changing, but guilt, blame of what I maybe should have said
or done to stop him falling in love with me, and deciding to talk to someone else and fantasise a better life with her.
They’re all collided in my head and in my body.
😔