I've been on a fast-track road to hell since late Sept when my ex hurled a grenade into my life by suddenly announcing that he hadn't been happy for years, didn't love me any more, and was off. Just peachy. Anyhow, I'm still on my perch despite a fairly constant barrage of fuckery.
Most recently being last night when we agreed to go out for my daughter's 6th birthday (yeah, xmas fuckery plus my birthday, plus hers all in the same month in the wake of his cockwankery), together with his parents (incidentally, great people). I wanted to do it to show daughter that we could do these things from time to time despite not being together.
The event itself was ok. Things felt strangely - albeit falsely - normal. A family celebrating their daughter's birthday.
Went to bed feeling proud and relatively peaceful. But today's been pretty awful. Feeling a profound grief for what I've lost - having to live it last night, right at the point when I'm trying to disengage, was a killer. Now telling myself that I never have to do that again, unless I 100% want to. Just don’t want to spend days after each encounter feeling like I've had the life knocked out of me.
Was clearly too soon for me. I thought the meal itself would have been the wringer, just hadn't anticipated the comedown. You learn.
How have you managed birthdays and similar events in the early days? Did you do stuff together or was it just not possible to relive it all?