MENTAL HEALTH
I Have to Admit, I Am Broken
It’s a start. UPDATED 2024!
Folks, there’s no pretty way to put it.
I am utterly destroyed.
Up until a few days ago, I would have told you, with confidence, that I was in a loving, committed, joyous relationship. The kind that lasts a lifetime. The kind where you grow old together and plan your rocking-chair days.
But without any warning, about 5 days ago, with only my “retrospect knowledge” now putting the pieces together on what I should have seen all along — the news hit.
The kind of news that changes everything. Ruins everything. Destroys everything.
And just like that, my 10+ year relationship is over and I find myself at 46 living with my mother, who came to get me and whatever of mine I could fit in her car.
I don’t know what I’d do without my mother — whose unwavering support is my lifeline.
I think it has been 3 or 4 days now — I am not even sure how long I have been here at my Mom’s.
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