But, as they say, pride often comes before a fall. And what's so wrong with being on the receiving end of a bit of pity now and then? Especially if your life isn't exactly turning out as you'd once hoped for.
I guess I need to accept this new reality and stop focusing on the potential outcomes. After all, the only thing we really have is right now, however rubbish it may be.
Despite all my prior protests, while change may be necessary and something which has to be embraced if life is to move forward, it is frightening. Having absolutely no idea as to what the future might hold is terrifying. Being strong is exhausting. The truth is that I'm struggling and the absolute opposite of whatever brave should be.
This isn't a ploy for sympathy - it just is what it is but even an amicable split is damned hard; I suppose I should be grateful as it could be a lot worse. I know that I won't always feel this raw, but right now it really feels as if the emotional avalanche has outstayed it's welcome.
Anyone else out there gone through something similar? What's next in terms of the emotional hangover? How long does it take to become comfortable with such a major life change? Please share.