Stages of grief. There have been times I think I’ve made it through them all, when life brings me back to reality. The only one I can honestly say I’ve made it through is bargaining. I’m not trying to make it work anymore. I’m not begging him to turn back into the person I thought he was because I know the person he is now, is the person he “is”. The other person, that I fell in love with, and built a family with, doesn’t exist. He never did.
Sex addicted husband
Physical abuser (minor but still enough to fear it happening majorly)
To be brutally honest, and that’s hard for me to do, I think I live in 3 stages, denial & isolation, anger, and depression. This doesn’t mean every day I’m sad and blue. I’m outwardly happy most of the time but inside one of those 3 is lingering deep down, waiting to find a way up and out.
When will I reach acceptance? I’ve thought I was there many time before. Maybe when I feel more in control. I’m still working on that.
When did you?
“This can’t be my life!” I have said this often. I’m sure I’m not the only one. This is just harder to get through than I’d like to admit…to myself.