I know when you read people saying it becomes good eventually you will probably think they didn't love or need their DP as much as you do (I did) and I thought I would never, ever get over it or feel better.
The first few months I was in shock. I remmeber a few nights just sitting awake in silence the whole night on a chair staring at the wall. Didn't eat and couldn't really speak properly or be a Mum. I think i just ceased to exist and the pain was so bad I wished I was dead. Not for a day or two, but for months and months and I think I took it harder than anyone.
It was a year of hell, honest hell on earth where I just could not compute that he had done it and kept feeling like he would come home. Attempts to talk to him resulted always in him showing no compassion and acting like it was my fauly which further unravelled my psyche.
I read somewhere that trying to understand the behavior or some people is like trying to smell the colour 9. I agree with that. Sometimes it's just what people do and you have to learn acceptance.
Your DP might come back...it's only been a few days...but looking at the gym and his behavior I reckon he is a selfish twat. And if you sit back now and honestly evaluate the possibility that he is a selfish twat you will probably see he has always been in subtler ways a very self centred human being.
It took me about two years before I was able to take my ex of a pedestal and realise that while he was a loving and giving partner in billion diferrent ways he was also always the most seflish person I had ever met, who his it very well under the guise of being a nice guy.
I turned myself inside out and black and blue trying to understand fix or put right what he had done and the truth is that it is beyond your control sometimes in life.
There are certain statements that are unquivably just true.
- You get over anything with enough time.
- Any DP worth having does not do this - simple fact
- When people behave like this is has fuck all to do with you and everything to do with them.
No one can stop you feeling awful, and grieving and crying and feeling the pain but it will go on for much longer if you fight the acceptance part or try and blame yourself or understand.
I can't ever truly regret the pain I felt. It was part of the love and commitment i had to him and our family and i had believed he loved me with all his heart and we would grow old together. i would not be human had I not felt that pain so acutely and so deeply and although it was hellish it was part of life.
What i do regret though, are a few things.
- Blaming myself allowing what he did to affect my self esteem
- Not realising right off the bat that he had abaondoned me and become my enemy and not my teammate and protected myself financially and otherwise.
- Not telling him to fuck off. Like immediately. Telling him to FUCK OFF and kicked his ass out the door if he wanted to go.
Find your strength.
Find the fucking strength inside to KNOW that you (and no one) deserves to have a DP of 18 years do that, and get angry. Get so, so, so, so angry and let that anger be the emotion that protect YOU from the attack. Because you are the precious one. You and the kids.
I am a few years on, and I went after he left from fat, frumpy housewife with no life outside of him to a bonafide hottie with the most fabulous life, friends, excitement, gorgeous boyfriends, dates, holidays, my dream career and I never once, not even for a moment miss him. I thought I would love him until I died and it took a long time for that to die off but it did. If he showed up at my door now I would laugh and close it in his face and go back to whatevr I was doing without a second thought.
Believe me, your next chapter is going to be an exciting one, and you are strong enough (MUCH stronger than he is or will ever be) to use this experience to make you into an uber version of the woman you were before.