I feel quite in crisis. It happenned a couple of years ago but I only just left him. I am not sure why but this feels like the worst I've felt.
I think leaving him made the real pain and weight of it crush down on me all of a sudden in the realisation of it all.
How was he capable of the things he did?
Why wasn't I valuable enough not to do this?
What is real or not real?
Who am I? Who I thought I was, was his precious girl. His best thing. If I'm not that, who am I?
Do all my memories mean nothing now if I wasn't enough?
Why did the affair partner get the best of him? When I got this traumatised, self loathing wreck?
Did I matter?
I feel also this crushing sense of the loss of everything that felt most important to me. Him. Us. The days. All the smiles.
Chinese takeaways
Christmas movies
Lucozade being brought to you when you've got flu
The beach
Wednesday night date nights
How his face lit up every time he saw me
The house we were going to buy and never did
Kids playing board games
Sunday morning breakfast
If it all felt so absolutely incredibly wonderful and valuable to me, but clearly not to him, then are my happiest times just mirages?
It's like a 50 tonne truck is sitting on top of me and the things which are most precious to me are gone and there's absolutely nobody there to watch it go.
I don't want to hear that he was a bad person, because he wasn't. I'll never understand why he did all he's done but I suppose I will need to accept that the same things weren't precious to him. He says they were, but how can that be true.
He intensely dislikes the person he had an affair with now. So why was it so easy to do, for something so seemingly transient?
He seems worn down by my anger and pain and everything that was once great is now misery. I kept because I dont want him to remember me like that.
What if he remembers his affair as joyful and fun and passionate and he remembers us as hard and sad and unhappy? That feels unfair. We loved each other. We wiped away tears and made jokes and he thought I was funny.
I feel cheated out of that. I want him to remember me like I was. Us like we were. I want to at least have that.
I don’t want to hear that I need to look after myself or do nice things for me or see friends or as if anything can ever be all right again because it won't.
This will always have happened and nothing is ever going to make it all right. I might eventually stop hurting and go on and have some kind of life with someone new or with a rescue dog or hiking some mountain in Peru.
But life will always be worse. This'll be something I carry around inside of me forever. There will be dreams that never happened and grief that hits me like a mack truck when I'm I'm Tesco and some brand of fish fingers reminds me of his face.
What I want to know is what thoughts I can use to comfort myself when it feels unbearable. When it feels like there's no possible way that I can endure another second of how much it hurts.
I can't go to my happy place anymore because my happy place was always him. Holidays to Greece, the little boat we were going to sail around the world, how he used to look at me.
Now my mind is just full of pain and poison and confusion and grief that feels so big that I almost can't breathe.
Tell me what to tell myself so I can keep going.