H and I split up 9 weeks ago. It seems like a lifetime.
He was abusive and the separation was my decision. I don't miss him and haven't regretted my decision for a minute.
My friends and family have been amazing and have been doing their best to keep an eye on me and keep me busy, particularly at the weekends. It's almost been stifling and I've been craving time to myself.
So on the one hand I'm feeling swamped, but on the other I'm feeling very alone.
Things happen and I want to tell someone but I don't know who. You know those small, irrelevant things you'd normally tell an OH? Stuff no one else cares about but you feel the need to share with someone.
Not that he cared or listened when he was here.
I think I'm realising what I never had and I'm missing it. It makes no sense.
I spend every evening sitting on MN, reading about other peoples' lives, wondering what the fuck will happen to mine.
I don't know what I'm going to do.
I don't know where I should live.
I don't know what to do about work.
And my house needs cleaning but I can't motivate myself to do it 