Abusive ex.
Over the hatred and anger phase of grief.
Now I realise how much I love him - but not quite at the acceptance stage. It cuts do deep, I've never loved or wanted anyone this much. It consumes me. Logically, I know I shouldn't even be thinking about him. It's bizarre.
I'm approaching mid 30s and starting to worry that I don't have all the time in the world to move on and find someone to start a family with.
I'm really distraught.