So, there are all these websites and TV channels I can't go to now. They're way too painful to visit. They bring back so many memories. There are too many associations with M. I have visited them regularly for all while we were together; certain TV shows/channels we watched together at my place. They've become internet and TV land mines I need to sidestep. If I accidentally happen to step on one I cringe instantly.
Even walking down my street I see reminders everywhere. These I obviously can't avoid, so I try to avert my eyes. Even when I hear the train that used to bring him to me, which is impossible for me to avoid, I instantly dip in emotional well being.
Everywhere I look in my apartment, I see things he's left here or gave me. I can't get away from that. Also, unavoidable. My own fucking apartment is working against me!
I suppose none of this matters anyway, because I can't get away from my mind. Especially since I gave up drinking. It's all so raw. It's so painful it makes my throat close up and my stomach twist. I think I'm done crying, I have no tears left. It's just a deep, open wound. And it makes me question everything about my life and my choices, and my confidence in my ability to live this life and be the adult I'm supposed to be. Everything seems wrong.
I hate even writing this. I had hoped it would be cathartic, but it hasn't been. It's just bringing back memories I can't get out of my fucking head. They spring up. They destroy me.
Oh. Look. I was wrong. I do still have more tears.
5 comments:
I found my way here as I am on a journey of exploration of what it means to be submissive.
Still, I know how you feel, lost, heartbroken and hopeless. My story can be found at AbsentSoulmate.Wordpress.com. I wish you well.
I ended up on your page while trying to learn more about the lifestyle. I am going through the same thing, after 15 years, the past 7 of which I found out were all a lie. It is horribly painful and your words echo the same in my own mind as I am daily reminded of what was, in and out of the house. Seriously thinking of pulling up stakes and moving, starting new. I hope the pain subsides for you.
I obviously can't avoid, so I try to avert my eyes. Even when I hear the train that used to bring him to me, which is impossible for me to avoid, I instantly dip in emotional well being.
I really feel bad for you. The last time my heart was torn apart, the only thing that took the pain away was the only thing I didn't want to do: get out there and act happy and find someone new. Good luck.
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