I'll try to keep this succinct. Broke up with DP approx 6 months ago after 10 years together (been friends for 17) I initiated the breakup as I felt for about 2 years that he just didn't love me - no affection, he got irritated if I was ill, used to roll eyes at me when I spoke, took no interest in my friends, family etc (loads more but there's no point) We grew apart, despite the fact I loved him very much. I suggested relate to him for about a year but he refused. I took this to mean he didn't care, so felt I had no option but to move on. Around this point, I read his private messages, I'm not proud of this, it's dreadful behaviour, my irrational justification was to find any clue to how he really felt about me.
Anyway, he moved out, lives local. We have a 5 yr old DD, she spends her time between the 2 homes. The situation has been really amicable and respectful. We've got on better than we have for years, we have managed to rebuild our friendship. And we spent most of Christmas/New Year all together as a family.
A complicating factor is that I have been off work for 4 months, diagnosed with chronic fatigue syndrome. This has left me feeling stir crazy, lonely, my self esteem has been affected.
Well around Christmas, I felt that I had fallen back in love with him again. Probably rose tinted glasses but the separation enabled us to see the best in each other. I foolishly thought we could work things out. This is where it gets mental... Instead of asking him outright, or just taking things naturally, I looked on his facebook page again (I know, I'm screaming at myself!!) and there I saw messages that he's clearly embarking on a relationship with someone else who lives over 200 miles away.
I begged him to let us try to work things out but he said no.
The rational part of me knows that it wouldn't have worked. I also know that I have turned into a complete bunny boiler and my behaviour wouldn't be out of place on the Jeremy Kyle Show but I'm hurting so much, I feel like my heart's been ripped out (but that does not excuse the way I've acted). I've been so horrible to him, he doesn't deserve it. He's really a good man, a good Dad and I wish him well. I know I have so many issues I need to work on and have arranged to see a counsellor.
I need to sort my head out, not just for me but for my little girl.
Any slaps/advice greatly appreciated.