Man. It took about 3 years with my ex from the point she told me that she didn’t love me anymore for it to die off completely. That took me meeting someone else. She lost her mind when that happened. It was like she just wanted to go wild for a while and she expected me to just be there and forgive her when she was done. She spent some time in the hospital, ended up settling down with the last dude she cheated with.

Life is a fucked up, evil bitch too. My ex spent over a decade with me. We were best friends for years before we ended up together. We split, she gets diagnosed with cancer a year later and dies a miserable death.

Life is too short to spend your time where you know you shouldn’t be, but we should also consider every decision we make as though we could die tomorrow, because we could.

I don’t know. I’ve been having a hard time today thinking about everything that happened to her. Sometimes it’s for me, sometimes it’s for her, some days it’s for both of us.

I love my wife, the woman I’m with now. She and I are so great together and I’m very lucky to have found her. I’m not saying I regret anything. Still, trauma is trauma and what has happened has happened and it’s going to affect me for however long I’m on this planet.

Good luck to you. I hope you end up in a happy place some day.