I have read your whole post and I can see this is true.Inept,
I am right there with you. I understand completely what you’re feeling.
After reading only this part of your post I had to put it aside for awhile. I didn’t think that I could continue reading the rest of it. It’s such a painful thing.I was blindsided last May with the announcement he wanted a divorce, after 27 years of marriage. He had given me roses 5 days earlier. Go figure.
Oh, God.... basically he left over politics.
So, it is my assumption that he is suffering even more than you are.He became a member of the lovely cult known as QAnon, and he moved over 1000 miles away to immerse himself in that life.
He isn’t the man you thought he was when you met him.He also took tons of my money when he left, leaving me to live off my IRA.
Between the two of you, you are the lucky one.So I’m alone at 67, with my retirement dreans of traveling with my spouse gone and my many years of hard work and careful financial planning now supporting HIM in his new life as a hate-filled, pretend “Christian” who believes in stupid things like lizard people and actors impersonating politicians who’ve been executed at Gitmo.![]()
That’s where I am at now. ”Just move on” is what we say to those 90 Day Fiance reality people on TV. It’s so much easier to see the mistakes and ill-placed affection for losers and such people when we are not emotionally involved ourselves.Anyway, like I said—I get it. In the fitst six months my anger powered me through. I was also pretty numb. I leaned hard on family and friends and talked nonstop about how horrible it was.
Then I started to notice those people starting to pull back a little bit. They were rightly tired of hearing it and wondering why I couldn’t “just move on”.
I know.You can’t. The feelings of betrayal don’t just go away!!!
Same here.I became even more immersed in my pain for the next 3 months. I’ve literally felt suicidal multiple times, yes. But I don’t act on it
It is starting to subside now but mornings are the worst. Waking up from a dream of blissful moments together with my wife to see the new day without any of that beauty in reality.I have sobbed for hours at a time SO many times, to the point where I feel like I’m going to turn myself inside out.
I went to a so-called ”therapist” of the KBT sort (Cognitive Behavioural Therapy) but all she had to offer was ”get over it” so I stopped going after 3 sessions. If I had continued I’m sure she would have tried to sell me a bottle snake oil. Anyway, I’ve since been seeing a real doc and I feel much better. This one actually listens to what I have to say rather than go through a check list of pre-determined questions to which the KBT mannequin hardly responds to or even acknowledges.I tried a therapist, but she wasn’t a lot of help except at listening to me vent even more.
I know this so well. I haven’t rung the hotline yet but maybe it’s because I don’t want to be saved?So I felt really really stuck. I didn’t see how anything would ever get better (especially since I was still so angry and bitter); and like you said, I had no idea what I wanted to do. I kept very busy during the days, but the minute i tried to lie down and sleep, all I could do was obsess. It got so bad that I called the suicide hotline 3 times.
I was taking a shot of whiskey before bed and so I began to understand how alcoholics and drug addicts must have started. One shot of booze each night might not qualify as an addiction but on one hand it is the beginning of alcoholism while on the other hand it was fairly easy to quit.I’ve taken to putting a comedian on my phone and falling asleep listening to that, after taking something to help me sleep. It’s the only way I can get any rest at all. Like you,, it feels like nearly everything on tv is about love/marriage/dating/divorce. So I watch things like Seinfeld over and over.
Binge-watching Seinfeld? Yeah, me too! But I have to skip over the episodes dealing with love and romance.
That must have been a turning point for you. I can close my eyes and visualize it. For me it was a similar experience. I searched for ways of dealing with my problem and I came to understand that I am a victim of a covert narcissist. I had heard the term narcissist so many times used improperly and I was sceptical about the article because of it. But as I read on I could see that it explains and defines so much that applies to my situation.One night out of desperation I googled “how to get over betrayal”. Through that I found there’s something called “betrayal trauma”, and its symptoms closely mimic those of PTSD. It’s extreme betrayal by an intimate partner, resulting in loss of the relationship, dreams, and the future you had envisioned and planned on, plus more.
From there I actually found a therapist who specializes in betrayal trauma. I had my first session with her this week. The one nugget I took away from that was this: I was surprised by a very big, very bad event in the past. There’s an equal chance that I could be surprised by a very big, very GOOD event in my future.
I had never considered that until she said it! I wrote it on a blackboard in my kitchen and keep reading it, to limp through until I can talk with her again next week.
I now understand my wife’s game, her step-by-step goals and how she uses me as her scape goat for everything under the sun. I know that putting the blame on her isn’t necessarily a remedy to my problem but through understanding her behaviour I can minimize beating myself over the possibility of it all being ”my fault” or encouraging her to increase her devastating treatment of me. Obviously, the next step was to find out how to survive a covert narcissist and how to escape.
I have also cut Face Book ties with those who have been shared within our circle. One big problem is her daughter, my step-daughter. I haven’t cut her out yet. I was going to let it ride until time has passed before pulling the plug, except …… she bought me a Christmas present and sent me a birthday wishes greeting. Her birthday is coming up in a few weeks and I don’t know what to do.One thing that helped me more than I expected was cutting ties with every member of his family. I deleted them from social media, blocked them, deleted their texts and contacts from my phone.
And when I start thinking about anything relative to him, memories of him, or the divorce, I say to myself “STOP!” and then focus immediately on something that always makes me happy (in my case, a 3 yr old child I spend lots of time with).
It’s too bad we don’t live closer, you and I. We could cry together and I guarantee you we could laugh too. I can’t promise you love but I can promise understanding … and that is a whole lot for sure.I’m not sure I answered all your questions,or any of them. If not, just let me know and I’ll try again. Bottom line: I’m in the thick of this with you; it’s absolutely traumatic; and I sometimes feel like I have nothing to live for. But then I tell myself that’s not true, and I just have to keep putting one foot in front of the other for now, getting through one day at a time the best I can. I still cry a lot, and I feel very lonely for the support and comfort of a partner—and I feel like I’m so old at 67 that I’m too old to ever find love again. I can only hope that’s not true.
Today is Sunday. When is your next visit with your therapist? Mine is on Wednesdays.