If you read my last post, you would know that my partner of 6 years said he never wanted to marry me a week before a planned holiday to Sicily - where he was due to propose and had bought a ring.
I suspected him having an affair with his office manager.
After believing his word that this never happened and therefore, I tried to be grown up about things and keep a friendship. It came to light, he admitted, to sleeping with her 1-2 weeks after we broke up. (Discovered last week)
My intuition was right. I feel like the wound has been ripped open again. Sometimes I’m fine, other times I feel like my heart is being stabbed with overwhelming sadness.
I try to keep busy. Keep myself distracted. But I’m struggling still.
Words of advice welcomed and appreciated.