It has been a little over a week since my significant other left, and I am still feeling torn.
We saw each other after two years being apart, and it was the best thing in the entire world. We both spent a marvelous month together, and when he left it felt like he took a great part of me with him. Every little thing in my house reminds me of him. It hurts to be around them.
We have talked significantly more since he left. Skype calls getting longer and more frequent, sharing more about our feelings and our days through text, and telling each other how much the relationship and the other person means to us.
But it still really, really hurts.
I find myself hugging his shirt and crying in the kitchen, imagining his arms around me. I wake up in the morning a little disoriented, looking over to his side of the bed, forgetting he isn't there anymore. Many people suggested I get out more, distract myself, but I am more of a homebody and actually work from home, so it hasn't been easy.
I feel a little jealous that he could cope better than me, feeling like he has it easier that he doesn't have to spend his entire day alone in an apartment we both shared, remembering every little memory. We have talked about this, and he understands why I feel this way.
People keep saying it gets better from here, but when? It feels like my entire body is aching. I feel anxious, restless, antsy. My legs feel weird, and I find myself constantly pacing around the house. My hands feel shakey, like they just crave to hold him, be held by him.
Every little thing here is a heartbreak all on its own. His mug. His towel. His blankets. His shirt. His side of the bed. His side of the couch. His side of the dining table. The pain is paralyzing.
I am trying very much to cope, but I only miss him more and more.
I know this was lengthy and emotional, but I really appreciate anyone who read this and would be here to offer advice, or just to talk.
Thanks so much.
We saw each other after two years being apart, and it was the best thing in the entire world. We both spent a marvelous month together, and when he left it felt like he took a great part of me with him. Every little thing in my house reminds me of him. It hurts to be around them.
We have talked significantly more since he left. Skype calls getting longer and more frequent, sharing more about our feelings and our days through text, and telling each other how much the relationship and the other person means to us.
But it still really, really hurts.
I find myself hugging his shirt and crying in the kitchen, imagining his arms around me. I wake up in the morning a little disoriented, looking over to his side of the bed, forgetting he isn't there anymore. Many people suggested I get out more, distract myself, but I am more of a homebody and actually work from home, so it hasn't been easy.
I feel a little jealous that he could cope better than me, feeling like he has it easier that he doesn't have to spend his entire day alone in an apartment we both shared, remembering every little memory. We have talked about this, and he understands why I feel this way.
People keep saying it gets better from here, but when? It feels like my entire body is aching. I feel anxious, restless, antsy. My legs feel weird, and I find myself constantly pacing around the house. My hands feel shakey, like they just crave to hold him, be held by him.
Every little thing here is a heartbreak all on its own. His mug. His towel. His blankets. His shirt. His side of the bed. His side of the couch. His side of the dining table. The pain is paralyzing.
I am trying very much to cope, but I only miss him more and more.
I know this was lengthy and emotional, but I really appreciate anyone who read this and would be here to offer advice, or just to talk.
Thanks so much.
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