I have just put DD to bed. We read a new book tonight passed down from her cousin call the scarecrow wedding. I read it and it completely cut me up. I was in tears and having the crack on an hide my sadness from my dd. If I had been alone I thing I would have completely brock down crying.I feel stupid saying this as a 6ft man, well built, ex forces. Its not like I have lived some sort of sheltered or a soft life.
But it was a sweet tale and reminded me so much about planning my wedding with the ex wife. I just don't understand how a simple kids book has hit me hard sideways like this? I have moved on so much since 1 1/2 years ago when my ex left me and the kids. I am happy in general. I have no romantic feeling for the ex any more. She was no good for me and abusive. Woman that is my ex today is totally alien from the woman I thought I married. Honestly I would not have her back in a million years. I don't miss her. I can only assume its grief for the loss of the happy marriage I though I had and the future it promised. Also the grief of my loss of such belief in such fairy tale romance. My fingers were well and truly burnt and I don't think I am ever capable of trusting in such a romance again let alone marriage.
But why has it stabbed me out of the blue like this? Why after so long? Will it ever stop doing this? I am just in complete shock how a simple kids book has totally kicked me in the teeth.