@justfindingmyway
I’ve felt so much shame for ‘how long’ I’ve still been here (together six years in August), but as you say this is perhaps a speck in terms of the life I hopefully have left.
Six years is a speck. But when you're in the middle of it, it can feel an eternity. My 1st (abusive) marriage lasted 5 years. It felt like forever. But now, looking back (I'm in my 60s) it truly was a speck. I was 24 when I kicked him out, I've lived 40 years since then and, the Good Lord willing and the creek don't rise, will live 20 more. You're 33, only a few years older than I was. You've got at least 50 years in front of you to live a life of laughter and joy.
things are staring me in the face, and I STILL get swayed, still don’t find the strength to ‘snap’. I’m in therapy, but I haven’t had the real ‘aha!’ moment where I can leave without initially breaking my own heart. Perhaps that never comes and I need to ride the deep shame, disappointment and heartache that will no doubt come (and hopefully go!).
The way 'out' is different for everyone. Some people snap and leave in anger, some people get weighed down until it's intolerable and leave carrying the burden with them, some people can say "Right, I'm out" and walk away from it all. But here's the thing, no matter how you leave, there will be heartbreak. Because you aren't grieving the loss of the man, you're grieving the death of the dream. The dream of what you thought your life would be like if he had been all you thought he was.
And we have a right to grieve that. But we will find a new, better dream. And it will be stronger because it will be based on 'who we are' and not dependent on a man to fulfill it. If the right one comes along and wants to journey with us, fine. If not, then we will find our happiness without one.
it feels like a realisation of life really not being a fairytale and I feel now no man will ever change my mind. But I do dearly want to meet a kind, caring and safe man, one day, to ‘do life’ with xx
No, life is not a fairytale. That was a hard one for me because my parent's marriage was a fairytale, it truly was. I'm not saying their life was perfect, but the fact is that they were two people who wanted the same things and just happened to find each other. They walked life's path side by side until Dad died and it was beautiful to see. I think it that is very rare. For most of us marriage is a constant compromise. Sometimes little unimportant ones and sometimes great big critical ones. My parents seemed to see eye to eye on everything. Of course, life was much, much simpler back then. But as wonderful as their marriage was, it can also create unreal expectations in their offspring. And that was what happened to me. I expected that every man was going to be like Dad, and I mentally 'forced' them into that image in my head. But I digress.
You may meet Mr Right, you may not. We don't know what life holds for us. I certainly wasn't looking when I met DH, but that's a tale for another day. The fact is that we need to build our dream around US, who we are and where and how we will be our best 'self'. That way if Mr Right comes along we'll be in the place to know and accept him. If not, well, we're living our best life on our own anyway, right?
You'll get there, trust me. 1000s of us have been where you are and 1000s of us have come out the other end happy and fulfilled with what life had to offer us.