The part I found the hardest was going through a break up while trying to carry on with everyday life. Nobody to talk too, No one you could share with, obviously no sympathy if you were to talk to anyone.
I'm 2 years now the other side, the contact fades, not a straight cut day when we decided, just a gradual lack of weekly, monthly and now yearly contact. The contact now is a quick happy birthday.
But I still feel that familiar wait for the reply that I don't get with anyone else, it's hard not to dip back in but I'm so glad I don't.
I do look at pictures of him online occasionally, have a quick smile to myself and think fondly of him, but again that gone from daily, weekly to monthly to I can't recall when I did it last.
And I'm so grateful with hindsight we weren't ever a good match, we are both twats and I had a lucky escape as did he, it fills me with dread thinking about being with him now, the mess of all the kids the total destruction. But at that precise time in my life I needed him. And the whole experience has changed my entire marriage and outlook on life.