Three months on......moved out of the house, at least the ex didn't spit in my face when I handed her the keys, it broke my heart again, seeing her . I've not initiated contact, she's the one texting me, for the week after I moved out, texting me near midnight almost ever night for some BS reason..
I erased every picture I had of her, of us, and what I hate is that images of her come unbidden to my minds eye. I just keep stuffing that down deep, I'll cope with it later, don't have the spoons for it right now.
I don't want that life back... that part of my life is burnt... still working through the grieving process. And even though my roommate ( he was my best man) is supportive and a stand up guy, I still wake to bouts of profound loneliness, and a lot of despair (going on 4 months and not a job found yet).
Still, every day, gotta keep tabbing on, there are others with far bigger rocks in their rucks.....