Hi I don't know why I'm posting really. Just to say that I'm fifty and my 5 1/2 relationship has recently come to an end and I'm finding it so, so hard. Everything seems so bleak and sad and like there's nothing to look forward to. It had limped on for the last two years admittedly, with me getting more and more frustrated by his refusal to commit to anything, and this seemed almost perverse by the end. I was bottom of his priorities for everything - this is ok when it comes to his adult children and work (mostly anyway - he works in emergency services so obviously normal hours are out), but when it came to not making plans in case something better turned up, it was not fine. So I know it was the right thing to do to have The Talk, but I'm still utterly devastated. When it was good, it was so good and I think I have spent the last couple of years trying to get the "good" back and failing. I think he did that man thing of behaving badly enough to make the woman finish it.
While it was I who instigated the talk, it was he who actually did the walking away and this hurts so bloody much. I look around and everything reminds me of the times we spent together - things in the house (we didn't live together), so many photos, different places, beaches, walks etc. We shared loads of interests and hobbies and they feel too sad to do any more. It's been six weeks, and while sometimes I feel like I can do it, often (like this evening) I feel like I'm drowning it it. I'm just really bloody lonely I guess, and craving physical contact like it's a drug. I have no children or family nearby. It's just devastating.
I don't know what I want out of this post. Just reassurance I will feel less shit soon I guess. Where do all these tears come from? They're like a bottomless well.