It's late and I feel sad. I count my blessings i really do, i always try to think of tose worse off than me, and to put perspective into my life. It is a good way to cope.
Yet I feel like my husband leaving me has robbed me of my 'life', as I knew it, as i hoped for. That journey we started out on, the friendship, the love, the marriage, and then we had a child and then --gone. Like it was for nothing.
cue people saying--but you have your dd.
I KNOW, but I don't have my husband. He didn't die, no, he didn't and I know I haven't had to go through that. Yet I grieve for soemthing that's gone, that he CHOSE to do to me, despite saying he would never treat me badly like i had been in thepast. This man .KNEW me.
How could i have not known him.
i am feeling very sad, its 3 yrs, and funnily enough it's 13 since we met tomorrow (or this weekend).
i still love him, what a mess.