He sneaks into my mind unbidden. A thief, stealing my sanity.
In the shower, watching the news, watching the world go by. “I’d like this” he says, “I’d find this really funny. Why not tell me all about it next time you see me?” or “Do you remember when we did this? Do you remember how happy we were?”
Yes, I remember. And I still ache. A dull nausea which starts in my stomach and then creeps up and wraps itself around my heart.
I know there’s nothing anyone can say to make you feel any better. I’m going through something similar at the moment, although nothing on the same scale as you.
It hurts so much. But it will get better. It has to x
As Helen said, there’s nothing I can say. I feel your pain – been there, as almost all of us have.
Time will, I’m sure, heal and prove you made the right decision.
Keep your chin up.
D xx
Aw, honey. It’s going to take awhile. Be good to yourself. ~hug~
Keep yourself busy. Arrange to do nice things. Meet friends. Exercise . Have a beer or two every now and again. Dont hold it all in but let it out and talk about it. xx
First thing: what a fantastic piece of writing. I’ve rarely seen so few lines written so powerfully.
Second thing: it is utterly horrible. You feel your emotions being pulled in 360 different directions all at once. You worry it’s not getting any better. You fear it never will. I’m afraid the next few weeks and months are going to hurt. You know that. Like your heroic mate Freddie last night, you know you’re going to be in pain but you know too that it must be done. But there are things you can do: keep your friends close; do the theaputic stuff; and love yourself too – little treats and luxuries. And keep looking forwards. You will come out of this stronger, wiser and still more resillient.
Hang on in there, Nutty
xxx
This sort of thing is going to go on for quite some time. It’s best to hunker down and prepare for more.
I think those kind of things all the time. Its the worst feeling in the world. x
Oh my goodness, I know exactly what you mean. It takes some composure to not call him to share with him something you know he’d like. It will diminish over time, though.
you need distraction therapy…probably involving beer and rugby x
I definitely know the feeling.
This broke my heart. Because I’ve been there. And its awful.
Thinking of you…xx
time. time will heal you. i know. i’ve been there. just need time. and while your waiting for time to move you foward, let it out. cry. yell. scream. throw a temper tantrum. let it all out. vent it. let it out.
if he creeps in while your not expecting it, throw a fit. throw a huge load of a fit. let it out… just let it out…
Oh, hon. I’m so sorry. Here’s hoping those moments fade… quickly. And are replaced with new warm and fuzzy ones. *E-hug*
Follow your gut.
Oh, this nearly made me cry. I’m so sorry. What a shit state of affairs. I hope you’re okay. x
oh large warm african hugs rolling across the starry skies..comin’ YOUR way….XXXXX j
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