Hey there guys. I haven't posted here in so long, I'm not sure if I should come here with this or not. I have just broken up with my husband of sevenn years and today, about 12 days after the break-up. I'm feeling really scared and sad.
It's a long story. As you can imaging 7 years has alot of history attached to it. But in a nut shell, after seven happy years, I found myself living with my best friend in the whole world... but not in love with him.
Leaving was the hardest thing I've EVER had to do. We weren't having fights, our relationship wasn't difficult. We got along great. I just felt I was lying through my teeth pretending that I was in love with him. Don't get me wrong. I love this guy, if I didn't it wouldn't have been so hard to leave. But there wasn't any fire in that love, it was the kind of love you have for your brother or your best friend. Making love just wasn't happening, our sex lives had been pretty empty for some time.
Leaving was because I realised that I couldn't face a life just going through the motions of love. I didn't want to live that way, and I didn't want to lead him along, living a half a life when he should have a relationship that is full and real.
Well, anyways... today I'm feeling very blue. I'mm contemplating everything I've left behind and I'm feeling scared, even though I still beleive I made the right decision.
There's more to this story, which I'll post as I have time. Right now, just getting this off my chest feels better.
It's a long story. As you can imaging 7 years has alot of history attached to it. But in a nut shell, after seven happy years, I found myself living with my best friend in the whole world... but not in love with him.
Leaving was the hardest thing I've EVER had to do. We weren't having fights, our relationship wasn't difficult. We got along great. I just felt I was lying through my teeth pretending that I was in love with him. Don't get me wrong. I love this guy, if I didn't it wouldn't have been so hard to leave. But there wasn't any fire in that love, it was the kind of love you have for your brother or your best friend. Making love just wasn't happening, our sex lives had been pretty empty for some time.
Leaving was because I realised that I couldn't face a life just going through the motions of love. I didn't want to live that way, and I didn't want to lead him along, living a half a life when he should have a relationship that is full and real.
Well, anyways... today I'm feeling very blue. I'mm contemplating everything I've left behind and I'm feeling scared, even though I still beleive I made the right decision.
There's more to this story, which I'll post as I have time. Right now, just getting this off my chest feels better.


