NC'd. Regular poster and posted when we split .
Dont know why I am posting, just thinking out loud I guess. 18 years ago tomorrow I walked into a pub and met my ex. I was 16, he was 27 and the rest is history. Feels like my life has two distinct parts.
Looking back its essentially my childhood (and an overbearing narc mother) and him. He drank alot and became apparent once I was in deep he was a 'problem drinker' at his worst he was drinking 70 pints a week. We went on to have children, many miscarriages, domestic abuse including the police charging him at one stage. Then we married. The marriage lasted 7 years, the entire relaionship spanned 16. Now split up and divorced. Hes recently met someone else (she has no clue as to his past - I dont know anything about her to fill her in )
I am still so young and all thats happened. 18 years ! Its an entire lifetime ago but I feel so sad for that girl who walked into the pub that day and met him. But by the same token if I had my lif all over again I would still walk in there, meet him and love him. I dont regret loving him. I just feel so sad tonight