Here is my virtual shaking of you by the shoulders wizardo!
Do not, I repeat do not internet stalk! I totally get the need (of course I did it myself). Perversely torturing yourself even more. Wanting to find out what he was doing, how come he didn't seem as broken as me, imagining him in bed with whoever.
Just don't.
I told myself that he'd fucked everybody, everywhere, all the time. That it was all fake and not a true word ever came out of his mouth. Remind yourself what you were like before you met. A more positive, strong, happy woman, I'd bet.
Don't get me wrong, I don't know it all and I still hurt like hell, but nowhere near as much as I did before.
Go one day at a time. Not receiving his baroque emails professing his undying love for me and the kids, no more drip feeding of truths, no more shouting what a fuck he is...it's so healing.
I am slowly realising I don't miss him; I miss the lies he told me and the charade of our life together.
Prepare yourself for week 2. For me, that's when the anger started to subside and the reality that we were over set in.
Slap on your keeping-your-shit-together face and stay strong.
You will get there. Soon.
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