Divorce In The Time Of Coronavirus
I was served divorce papers smack dab in the middle of the coronavirus outbreak.
I was served divorce papers smack dab in the middle of the coronavirus outbreak.
Maybe it wasn’t real for you, but I really felt like you had never given this much of yourself away.
I didn’t want to be cuddled up and making out with someone who couldn’t play his part and stay home when it wasn’t absolutely necessary to be outside.
It has made it harder and more lonely but also more reflective and inward.
You hurt me more than you will ever know.
With my old name, I am a victim.
It’s not up to you, my family, or my friends to tell me how to heal – and I am saying this without the smallest trace of malice or passive-aggressiveness.
I will never know if any of it was real or if it was always some sick, twisted game you were playing.
If you are emotionally and spiritually exhausted, you are not alone. Rock bottom sucks. And the worst feeling is thinking that…
I no longer miss you. I just miss the thought of you and what could have been.