September 1st last year she walked out. Got the trickle truth over the next few months, slowly finding out more and more details. I was gutted. Came very close to suicide a few times. Had zero self confidence. Lost my job. Ended up going through a few jobs in the last 8 months.
We’ve agreed to sell the house. I started looking at apartments I can afford and thinking about what furniture I will keep and how I will setup my new place has really started to give me hope. I’m starting to see a happy future. I’m sure I will have more bad days. There have been many, but it’s nice to have a good day.
If you’re struggling right now, it really does get better. Hang in there. Lean into your support networks. Post here for help when you need it. It is a hard road, but you will get there. Better days are coming.