(NC'd)
Months after a breakup, I am still stuck. He has moved on, I am still easily upset over stupid things like Facebook memories popping up, or the songs we always used to silly duet along to, or key dates coming round, or finding yet another item of his tucked in a drawer or cupboard. Even the fact I'm going to wake up this Christmas morning alone, when for the past x years he'd insisted on giving me a stocking "from Santa".
I can't see how I'll be able to do certain activities/visit certain places/experience certain things without being reminded of him. Let alone actually ever trust someone else again. I feel like I have failed at one of the most fundamental things in life - being loveable.
I see people jump on and out of relationships all the time, and I just don't get how they can risk their.... (I don't even know what else word to call it).... "safety" like that? I am mid-40s now, I thought we were forever, I was happily planning to grow old with him, and I genuinely believed he was the same, till one sunny day he came home and ended it. Along with some reasons that have absolutely cut me to the bone (long story short, I really am a pretty foul person - I had my doubts, he confirmed them).
It's all really really shit. I have talked to my counsellor about how I can feel myself pulling the shutters down because that's the only safe/trustworthy option, as the one person I trusted with my deepest fears, confirmed they were true. I don't really have any close friends or family either. It's just me, introverted, homebird, no spare cash and not much spare time, me.