I live with my ex. I see him everyday and it breaks my heart. The wound is fresh and not healing properly as it doesn’t get the chance. I miss him terribly and still love him. I am just not in love with him anymore. And I like someone else, but I can’t love them because there is so much pain everytime I come home.
You all probably think its sensible for one of us to move out- but when is life ever that easy? It would be like a mini divorce as we co-own everything. I don’t know.
I spend days away from our house at other peoples houses and try to ignore the pain and work through it, but I can’t. It’s not getting any easier. And we just have our routines and dance around each other with broken hearts.
I wish it would just stop hurting so I can move on and love again. I’m sick of crying as soon as I am home and alone with myself.
Hardest thing I have ever done.