
Am I even alive? Can anybody see me? Today I feel like not so much.
It’s the school holidays, and along with my teenage my children I am on holidays. However, right now I am not with my children, because they are 2km down the road at their father’s house (my ex) with his new girlfriend and her kids. A brand-new family unit, and I am alone.
It’s been two and a half years since we broke up, but I am still struggling with grief.
I have not re-partnered, I have not been with anyone since the break-up. Instead, I have spent my time trying to recover and rebuild my life.
I have listened to podcasts and read books on divorce, vented to my girlfriends, and watching way too much Netflix. I have cried, oh how I have cried. During this time I have also been seeing my psychologist fortnightly to try to recover from the breakup, move on and try to create a happy life for myself.
My ex was my best friend. We were friends for 17 years before our nearly two-decade relationship began. In the last couple of years of our marriage, I became more and more tired and resentful due to the extra load I had to take on because of his various health issues and depression.
Over the years I asked him, then begged him to do counselling with or without me, but he refused.
You see, in a way he was okay with being depressed; it was familiar.
Going to counselling was work, and he wasn’t prepared to do that work – and why would he? He had me to do all the work in the family, which allowed him to carry on being depressed and unavailable.