I love someone. My soul mate. My forever. Throughout our roller coaster of a relationship and then marriage I never faltered. I have him EVERYTHING… ALL OF ME. Wanna know what the problem with that is? When he left, I had nothing left. He left me with the house and my car, and the dog… as well as all the bills, all the mess we had to clean up, and a hole in my soul as big as the Grand Canyon. Too late I learned, never give your all or you will have nothing left. We divorced 11 years ago and I still have a broken heart. I can’t move on because I am stuck. He has certainly moved on. One day maybe I will too.
I am so overwhelmed just from trying to make it. I finally have a decent paying job, one that I like for the most part and I am becoming financially stable. But I work, go home, rescue dogs. That’s it. I don’t have any real friends. And I have no desire to get out and do anything.