Apologies for the slightly “feeling sorry for myself” tone of my post but some feelings I usually try to repress came to the surface today when I read something in a magazine. I was getting my hair cut and came across a piece by a woman called Rosie Green, in Red magazine.
She talked about the terrible heartache of her husband leaving after a long marriage and having to start a new life alone. I think many women would be able to relate to the almost physical pain of heartache, loss and rejection that she described, as well as this feeling that you are now responsible for everything alone, but she also said something else that really struck me - the fact that she was losing the life she thought she would have - the family holidays, dinner parties, etc.
I know that many women experience terrible financial pressures, as well, that overshadow everything else, but i think many of us, who have experienced marriage/relationship breakdown, do mourn our own versions of “the life we thought we would have”.
It’s been a decade since my exH left me with DC and while my life, by most standards, isn’t bad, it’s not what I thought it would be and i still can’t Help feeling a bit sad about it sometimes.