I was warned about the silence. It really is brutal. Walking into my apartment makes me uneasy. I’m just a few weeks post divorce.
Like many of us, I’m sitting here doing the heavy emotional lifting, fighting off grief, anger and severe depression, all while she enjoys her new relationship high with zero guilt.
Give me a million dollars and I wouldn’t care. I lost something that can’t be replaced.
She got a great job and quickly realized she could get attention from high achieving men. I was no slouch, super involved as a dad and husband, but never a high earner. She quickly fell for one of them and just like that, I lost my wife and half the time with my child.
I’m a week past finalization and about 4 months past D-Day. I do everything right, sober, lift weights, walk a lot, talk to people, take meds. But this horrible feeling hasn’t left me for a second. It’s become a part of me. I’m too weak for this much grief.
She was sometimes controlling and verbally abusive. Even psychologically abusive in the end. But that family was everything to me. I feel empty and hopeless. I’ve called 988 a few times. But I don’t really want to live anymore