A few months ago I posted, broken hearted about a break up. I had some great advice, but was in such an awful fucked-up place, I did all the things I shouldn't have done: remained in contact, met up, texted, chatted, shared lifts. I continued in the same emotional state I'd been in for the last couple of years of the relationship actually - insecure, never knowing where I was, living for the crumbs I was thrown when he felt like it, desperately hoping things would change and go back to how they were at the start. This was a 5½ year relationship for goodness sake. I'm fifty years old 😡😡😡
I had some counselling sessions, and there are clearly attachment issues due to childhood emotional abuse. I know that and I'm seeing more clearly.
However I still did it. Started going again. And though the autumn, we grew closer. There were hugs, kisses, days out, cosy meals in pubs. Shared hobbies and interests., like there has always been.
Only he didn't tell me that a mere two weeks after we split up, a "friend" came over from his home country. She stayed weeks. She came again in September. She came before Christmas and she's still there now. She came up as a suggested follow on insta and I happened to have a nose. There they are all over her insta feed. In all "our" haunts and places. She looks great - fit, slim, amazing hair
I am good friends with his daughter so I asked her outright. I gave her the option of ignoring my message, and assured her I wouldn't do anything with any info, I just needed closure. So she told me what she knows (quite factually but she doesn't sound impressed). Please be kind about the fact that I asked her - I couldn't think of anyone else and I need closure.
I am SO full of rage and hurt. So many things make perfect sense now - that he'd never acknowledge me on social media, that I never met his family other than one occasion they were in the UK, that he wouldn't holiday with me, that he'd never commit. How could I have had so little pride and why was I so fearful of it ending? I was divorced before but it was never as savage as this. I honestly want to destroy him. There are loads of other things, but I'm honestly so tired. How do I channel this rage and hurt and make things better? It's been months already. He fucked off and immediately there was someone waiting in the wings - someone fit, pretty and sexy looking. He's not even anything special himself! And meanwhile, I'm fifty, perimenopausal and have lost literally all my confidence. Please please don't tell me what I should have do one months ago - I am the most fragile I've been in my whole life. This has come after a decade of gut punches