I had a minor realization this morning that I think shines a new light on my current tribulations.
If you went back in time 6 years you'd find that I had a general sadness about me. It wasn't pervasive and all-encompassing, but it was clearly there. The reason was plain; my family had broken up. The Smoosh (as that incarnation was called):
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Hugs back!
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I'm glad that you're seeing improvement. I've been told the same by others. I've also seen my ability to function day to day getting better, but I worry because the actual pain and the extent to which it dominates my thoughts haven't really improved appreciably. I don't feel better, but I hope that this is at least a step in that direction. I wish it would hurry, though. I can't live like this forever.
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The Horde is definitely stronger than the Smoosh ever was, and getting back together didn't seem like a possibility at all when the breakup actually happened, so I can completely relate to your situation. We remained civil and social, which made all the difference. In this case though, all contact has been "officially" cut off, I've been unfriended on Facebook, etc. So I see no mechanism for salvaging any kind of net positive out of this relationship, or even for building basic amicability or civil discourse. Needless to say, this only compounds the sense of loss, as even to this day it all seems so unnecessary. It didn't have to happen like this.
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I do have to say though, the length of time this is taking (and is likely to take) is daunting. It's been 4 months but feels like at least an entire lifetime, and from my admittedly-skewed perspective it's so hard to see progress. The prospect of years or even decades of this seems like a real possibility, but an absolutely unbearable one. To even contemplate it is exhausting. :-(
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