I miss him

[Springheeled]

Tonight I really miss my exp who in truth was a nonstop shit. I really, really miss him. Tomorrow is another day and I know it will pass, but I miss him. I could pick up the phone or email at any time but that would be insane because he treated me very, very badly. I miss fake him, the him before I knew he was disordered and would never be any different. Just that really! A bit of a dark night of the soul- again!

What's making you miss him tonight? I am trying to cut strings with someone who is emotionally abusive who has turned me from a strong happy soul to a nail biter, worrier in a very short time.

He was a narcissist. I miss him because a lot of sort of 'anniversaries' are coming up at the moment and they hurt afresh. Even now, he's still the person in the world I'd most like to speak to, because life with him was fast and life without him feels slow. Peaceful though. I miss a non existent person who appeared to be very real at the time.

saggy that's what he did to me. Cut strings. I know I'm having a bad night tonight but these days they are few and far between!

Hi sorry I went to bed Springheeled,hope you had a better day today, I find the thing to do is to keep busy. Anniversaries only matter if you want them to (does that make sense) I am coming up to the anniversary when I met this guy for the first time. These guys are v clever because they do everything you want them to. Did you end up giving up friends to be with him perhaps they didn't like him? I did and now trying to reconnect.

Out of interest did he suffer from a mental illness?

You don't miss him, you miss the way he made you feel about yourself.

You need this baggage reclaim It saved me.

Just remember that you could pick up the phone or email him and get back together, but you'd still miss him because he doesn't exist. You're chasing that feeling that you had before when you thought he was all that he seemed, but you've since found out that it was an illusion.

For your own sanity, try to remember the good stuff as if it were a movie, a lovely fantasy that touched you in some way, but that can't ever be recreated in real life because he acted, directed and staged it to appear that way. Remember the other stuff as the reality, the real him when his mask slipped.

You don't miss him. You know he was a shit. No one misses shits. We flush them away.

What you are missing is being in a relationship. Man interchangeable.