Hey there gang, found the site through a desperate search late one night last week. I've read a bit, absorbed a lot and thought I'd say hello and thx. My story, (try and keep it short), was dumped 2 1/2 weeks ago, completely out of left field. I'm working on getting back to the person I was 14 mths ago and pick myself up, dust myself off and start all over again. Some good days, some bad ones I figure all you can do is learn the lessons and move on. Go big or go home, as they say but the process is such a *itch.
I'm keeping busy-zero contact rule following last proprty exchange (unmaned) in a cpl of days. I still think about him all the time-but I feel the intensity diminishing as I look forward to all the plans I've made for myself in the fall.
There are times I ask myself why can't I be kind to myself and not feel like fool, for clinging to my own reality and not seeing this coming? Where did the karma of the intense cruelty since displayed come from? I've always been honest and compassionate. My whole circle of freinds and family were also stunned-no one saw it coming. But there it was. I don't ever want to be that far out of touch with reality again. (I'll try and keep it down next time.)