Shame.
My soon to be ex wife and I had been rocky for a while, we have a kid together and are in a joint tenancy. Cohabiting / coparenting along the ways. I pay for the majority of things.
I tried my best to save what was the marriage, but ultimately shes filed divorce, and I guess im now hit with a reality I hoped would never come.
I haven't told anyone, not my family, friends (who are basically my work colleagues). Through one thing. Shame.
I cant pass that feeling of shame, admitting to others, im getting a divorce. It didnt work, marriage? Yeah, not happening for me, im now single. Middle aged, with a child.
Not that I'm concerned about future dating, I have no interest nor plans for it, but I cant shift the immense shame that looms over me on this, I feel bad about it, and equally, hurt. It is never what I wanted, but I understand it.
I just feel like a failure, and now I feel, alone. With just a outweigh of guilt and shame for company.
My friends are all older, married, or separated themselves but hanging on to hope.
Work - sleep - repeat. Thats their lives, and I guess thats how my life will go.
Im not flush, so ill likely have to eventually consider living in a HMO, in a room. Something I would hate.
All of this just brings me back to one word. Shame.
I am ashamed of my situation, and in a way, ive become ashamed of myself for being unable to avoid an unavoidable situation.