It’s been twenty months now since my partner left me and I just wanted to know if anyone else had ever had to accept the end of a long relationship / marriage that was unnatural and unexplained.
He wasn’t having an affair, we weren’t arguing or having problems and never drifted apart. I thought that we were really happy and an unbreakable team. Looking back I don't really have any bad memories of us because we were just a well matched, happy couple who respected and loved each other. I felt really, really loved and like I was the most important thing in his life until the day he went.
He’d been under a lot of pressure, which is the only reason he has ever given me for what he did, which was to literally just disappear one day.
After leaving me he spiralled into some sort of mess. Drinking, not going to work, crying in public. He would not see me, speak to me or explain. I had to move out of our home we'd shared for years without even a single face to face conversation.
He was disagnosed a while later with depression that I know has been pretty severe. He has called / been to see me a few times in a state of quite severe distress. I always tried to help him, I have never stopped loving him and I tried really hard to get him to just see me, let me be part of his life but he said it was best to have no contact so he could forget me.
He nevr gave me a reason why he needed to forget me.
He went on into treatment for the depression for a long time (might still be in treatment but I haven't talked to him for a year) and I know he classifies what he went through as a "breakdown".
I tried really hard for months to be there and get him to recover with me around but he acted like he hated me or blamed me for why he was ill.
I had to move on with life eventually, and I have, but I can't get over him and don't feel like I ever can or will.
He just woke up one day, left and never came back and now we are strangers. Like he never even knew me at all.
I am not sure if he is well or not. I saw a photo of him at someone's birthday and he looked normal. Not happy, but normal. Like he is someone else.
I feel like he died, but I can't act like he did because he didn't. He chose to leave and to say and do horrible things to me and I can never understand why.
I try and live with the fact that I won't ever see him again but don't know how to. Also don't know how to live with him discarding me out of nowhere like a bit of rubbish. I always thought he would get better and come back, but I guess not.
Has anyone else ever lost someone like this, and come to a sense of peace with it eventually?