I’m newly separated. And he’s moving out very soon.
I am dwelling on loads of superficial and unimportant things. Like people talking, the change in status in becoming single, the loss of a life together ahead (that’s not superficial I suppose)
but one thing I’m completely fixated on is this idea of him meeting someone. I don’t knew why. There was no infidelity. In fact I don’t know how motivated he is at all in that regard - he certainly wasn’t with me.
And yet I just keep thinking about there being someone else with him, in my kids’ lives, coming to things.
I don’t ever see myself being open to meeting someone again. I would like it in theory. But I think I’m damaged. Too suspicious, too wary, too tired, too much.
I don’t know what I’m looking for. But I wish to God I could just have the discipline to stop thinking like this.