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Originally Posted by lucozader
But yes... I'm detoxing. Again, it reminds me of quitting smoking. The hardest cigarettes to give up were the ritual ones, the habitual ones... like the ones after a meal, the ones whilst waiting for a bus, that first one in the morning with a cup of coffee... this feels the same. At 4.30 today every fibre of me was screaming out that I needed to be there, with him. Like usual. But I got through the craving. I didn't even send him any stupid messages...
I hope he missed me, though. I hope he thought of me.
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Maybe you could deliberately fill the time slot with something good/helpful/meaningful for yourself, at least until the pain goes away and you don't crave him anymore. I "scheduled" journaling sessions while my T was out of the country. That way I was acknowledging to myself that I wanted something I couldn't have, and I was substituting something productive and helpful. It didn't completely satisfy the need, but it was better than nothing.