Hey everyone.
Thanks for all the support.
I just still feel like this is a bad dream I'm going to wake up from.
I just don't know how my entire life can be shaken up within a few days without my say so or me having any kind of control.
I barely sleep, I barely eat. I always described my love for him as all consuming and obsessed. I'm aware now how bad that was for myself, but when I had him it didn't even register.
Every new realisation pisses me off. I've been thinking about how I look, what I wear, how I act, and realise that, while I did and still do have a lot of choice, alot of myself is based on his opinions of me. If he thought I looked nicer in one type of outfit I'd always choose that over a different one. And I could say that about all of me. My tattoos, piercings, clothes, and while I do still mostly like who I am, because I do like all thise things, its his influence too. Which means I'd let him build himself his perfect woman. Everything I did was to please him, make him happy with me, make him think I'm wonderful (I am still wonderful though). It just seemed like he worked really hard to build his own perfect version of me, and then threw it away, so I just keep thinking "why the fuck did he bother?".
We also had a lot in common, everyone always said we were strange, but we'd found our strangeness enhanced each other. Just how we are, our personalities, what we like, what we like to do. We were just so on each other's page. I don't think he'll ever have that again. All I've heard so far is just how "blah" she is. Nothing sounds that exciting, or different ot worth fucking us up for, except he's found someone else who will desperately do anything in their power to kiss his ego and its a new shagging experience.