God I hate this time at night!
Married for nearly 19 years - together for 23.
After keeping a lid on things for the past 2 years and keeping it all together- everything finally fell apart 3 weeks ago.
He's gone. And when he comes to visit the kids he is vile and not anyone I recognise
First week feeling of absolute relief.
Second week felt numb.
This week has been hell on earth with an endless repetition on emotions.
The day starts with that in-between state between dream and reality where I wake up and for a nano second forget what is going on and expect the man i loved to be there.
Then realisation dawns and I'm overwhelmed by grief which feels like someone has died.
And can't stop crying even though I wouldn't want him back in a million years.
Then I get productive and do things- clean, sort, organise and just generally realise I'm fine without him. And things are going to be better without him.
By the evening the rage sets in. Rage at him. Rage at myself. So angry I start to cry again.
And then not wanting to go to bed because you know you're going to wake up to momentary feeling of bliss before you realise it's gone ( or never was)
How long does this last? I know I don't want him back (even if he did ask which is doubtful) so why does it still hurt?