Well so much for the crying with no tears! The tears are flowing!
Tears because I cannot fathom how (basically) 17 years of a relationship are just so easily wiped away on his part.
Tears because I cannot fathom how people can be so deceitful.
Tears because I will never know what is lie vs what is truth.
Tears because I know him better than anyone, yet he has turned to another to connect with. Tears because I am non-existent in his world now.
Tears because I cannot understand why he is throwing away his life. This makes no sense... she has hit him in public on several occasions. She has hit him in private, as he told me and I also saw the text messages after the fight. She does these things, and he kisses her ass and asks if she "wants to talk". She has put Visine in his drink to make him seriously ill. This is poisoning. Seriously wtf. This is who and what he chooses? I'm ruminating over conversations I saw after I found out he was cheating again. She was apparently messing with another guy, and his response to her "I cannot believe you would hurt me like this. I haven't been hurt like this in a long time. I'm lost. I don't know what to do. I'm up here for you. I came up here to try to be with you" And what do I get? "I"m not dealing with this shit anymore... I'm not going through this for another 2-3 years". You have a rose, and you pick the thorn??? I don't get it. I read somewhere they pick the relationship they believe they deserve. Man is he in a dark place if this is true.
Tears because I cannot save him...........
Tears because I cannot stand these back and forth emotions. I KNOW he is not good for me any longer, and his behavior was especially atrocious with this fake reconcile, after he witnessed my devastation in 2014 and ensuing depression after that. I still cannot process fully that he is no longer who he used to be.
And she is no good for him, and he is destroying his life, back to his drinking days, etc. He is accepting atrocious behavior from her while leaving someone that has done everything and we used to have a happy life. I wish he traded up! I think I would have felt better! At least then I might be able to understand!
Some days I am strong as an ox, and other days, I"m sad. I should not be sad! All I lost here was a companion.. I'll get another when I'm ready. He lost everything and is going downhill fast.
Tears because he didn't see enough value in our relationship to do the work.
Tears because I'm angry with myself for not calling it quits the first time.
Tears because I'm angry with myself for knowing being done and over with is the best thing for ME, yet being sentimental about what used to be.
Tears because I"m angry with myself for feeling anything but contempt. The old Starzen, many years ago, would have sent you off packing in heartbeat. I feel so tremendously fooled.
Tears because as he was off distancing himself, and finding new "love", he denied me that same opportunity this last 6 months. I'm beginning to think he wanted back because she must have dumped him in October. I suspect this time she must have given him an ultimatum, and he chose the slum life. This will forever be baffling to me.
I seriously need July 1st to come, so I can discard everything of his that remains if he doesn't pick the stuff up. It's just too painful looking at it all. I also need it to come so this becomes truly final. I seriously think that he thinks he will walk back into my life when he feels like it if his belongings are still here. I need to show him that is not the case, and then maybe then this will all hit him and he can finally suffer. I do believe discard day will be the worst day for me, so I have that to yet overcome.
Mornings are the worst. The minute I wake up, I grieve. Then I yell at myself and go get productive with things that must be done. I hope my rant here does not get the impression that I am sitting around wallowing in tears all day. I'm not. In fact my mood changes depending on the hour it seems. I'm sad, then I'm accepting, then I'm mad, then I"m "meh" then I'm sad, then I'm screaming to get some of this emotion out of my body, and then I'm glad. Rinse, repeat. Feels like a crazy train, and then I'm angry that I bother wasting time on most of these emotions, because he truly is not worthy of any of them, but I can't seem to escape the thought that he used to be.....Where did he go?
And now I'm angry I even bothered writing this, because I want him to take up NO head space. I'm going outside to cut the grass.