Help. Sorry this is long. I feel like I'm stuck.. I'm late 40s. Came out of a very emotionally abusive relationship about 5 years ago - confidence and sense of self completely destroyed. He was the classic charismatic, everyone thinks he's lovely, type. We work in the same field where everyone knows everyone - shared friends, shared colleagues. I felt I couldn't really talk about what had happened in case it was unprofessional. I tried telling a few friends who I thought were close - from all of them, got some version of 'Well that sounds tough but I still consider him a friend and brilliant [professional]'. I had panic attacks whenever I saw him mentioned on social media, or his new partner - both of them very senior, attractive 'influencer' types, impossible to escape. I also went through some fairly horrendous medical stuff over this period.
I tried to rebuild myself. I made new friends, tried to keep some of my old ones (some of whom knew about his abuse, some didn't). I shifted my career slightly so we weren't entirely working in the same area. I've lost weight, got in shape, had a better haircut, had therapy. It's the usual cliche - I'm smart, funny, ok to look at; very lucky now to have a small group of good friends, a nice house, an idiot dog.
But I also feel stuck, and on the bad days, still just want to wrap myself in a duvet and hide forever, or worse. I've found dating hard at the best of times but really impossible now. Despite all of what i've just said, I don't feel I have anything to offer anyone. I struggle to feel how I could trust again. There's been very occasional sparks of attraction with another person which makes me feel like ok, I could fall in love, I could feel desire. Then i remember how long I've been alone and what a loser that makes me.
He got married this year to the new partner - big destination wedding abroad, then another massive party in our home town. Loads of people I know went, including one of my former friends and one of my current friends - I only found out when we were all in the pub and one of them mentioned how excited they were to go to the airport for it, and to 'see everyone'. I don't know what feels worse - that he was so completely celebrated, in public, by people who knew what I'd told them about his abuse; or that those people might think I was lying about it all.
I want a better life. I want to be be properly loved again. I'm staring down the barrel of a Christmas alone and as much as I feel like shit now I have a tiny spark of self preservation that wants better for me. I would be so grateful for any kind words, or something to kick me into action.