I posted last week about having to phone the police on my ExP, have tried to keep busy, but today it's all just taken over me, I can't stop crying, my heart is racing despite the beta blockers, I feel isolated. Everyone keeps saying I did the right thing but it doesn't stop it from hurting. I miss him.
I sit there tormenting myself wondering if he is missing us, why won't he just apologise and do what's necessary to come back. Is his pride really more important then his family?
I just want to run away and hide. I need uplifting stories of people coming out of the other side of situations like this and not dying alone with 50 cats