Damn Dom, I’m sorry.
Breakups are hard. Went through a massive one myself last year.
All I can say is keep moving forward because it will get better.
Aww dammit, sorry man.
Breakups can leave just as much if not more of an negative impact as a bereavement.
When you enter a relationship you merge the threads of your individual lives into a single cloth. If that has to come to an end it’s better, where possible to carefully unpick the stitches.
All the cliches about being torn up, ripped to bits, falling to pieces, they don’t come from nowhere. It’s all real human stuff.
Thanks guys. This helped me more the other day than I thought it would. It’s rare that I’m a slave to my emotions but this has been tough.
The real pain of it is that we were a great pair. She didn’t break up with me because we were having arguments or we didn’t get along anymore or she became bored or found someone else or whatever it is that usually ends things. No, she was still very much into me. It’s just, it had become long distance (well it had been for awhile but had just recently become a distance at which it would be very hard to see each other) and was to remain long distance indefinitely, which was just scary for her and she couldn’t handle it. So I don’t know in some ways this has been harder to come to grips with.
I’m feeling a bit better now. I’ve decided that even though I might not be able to (or want to) get over it I can get used to it (and I’ll have to). The hard part is the despair. It’s just very hard to see a scenario in which we can get back together. I’ve always been an optimist so coming to terms with this fact is a real bitch. And I know I know there are more fish in the sea and blah blah and I know I’m a pretty young guy who doesn’t know much but I’ve never met a girl who’s made as much sense to me as her.
Thoughts are with your father Warb and with you Mike.
Thanks, man. I really wish I could offer some sort of advice to you, but I’ve nene been in that kind of a relationship. I can only imagine what you’re going through, and hell, without any range of experience, I’m not even sure I can imagine it. It must be like losing part of you. I wish I could offer some wise words, but I’m not a wise man, and feel like anything I said would be empty platitudes. I am sorry, man. I hope someone here can off you good advice, or better still, someone in your real life as well or a professional. Hopefully you’ll heal over time, and come away stronger. I don’t know if you will or can, but it’s all I can offer. I hope you feel better, man.
Warbler, if you want to keep us all updated on your grandfather, feel free to. I can at least try to empathize with you, and it’s horrible to think that you could still still have a sad outcome after all of this fighting. As someone having a horrific crisis of faith, I can only say that I hope that God smiles upon you and that you have some good fortune in this. I feel like there’s a limit to the amount of pain you should have to suffer through. I don’t think that the universe works that way, but I hope you get some good luck.
My mother called again today afraid I was suicidal (I wasn’t), which was no fun, and my depression crippled me to sleep through half of my day off. I’m still running, but I’m getting a better understanding of what “dead inside” means. The yo-yo of this obsessive-compulsiveness and depression and endless circle of obsessive thinking, to the eventual functioning anxiety while I work, an endless spiral. I’m sick of it. It’s just a way I shouldn’t have to live. It’s so hard.
I got an appointment with a new shrink on Monday, but he can’t prescribe. I hope I’m not too hopeful about his or havr unrealistic expectations, but I really do think a change in it would be helpful. It’s about all I can think of at this point. I’m tired of fighting. But even giving up hurts just as much. I just don’t know what to do.