Tag: Advice
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I’m sorry I was distant, not just because things were tough. I’m sorry I wasn’t intimate; you needed human touch. I’m sorry I let you feel, love was far away. But let me tell you something, I loved you every…
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It’s almost laughable how predictable this all is. Now that the truth has come out — that she was emotionally involved with someone else while we were still together — she’s started trying to rewrite the story. Telling friends and…
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Earlier today, my wife gave me something I needed so badly: her time — and the truth. We talked. She explained everything. She acknowledged what she did was wrong and offered a genuine apology. And in that space, I also…
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There’s a dangerous little voice that creeps in during the quiet moments — usually when you think you’re starting to feel okay. It says: “They seem upset… maybe they’re having second thoughts.” It’s such a subtle, seductive thought. It doesn’t…
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I’m shouting because you hurt me in the worst way possible. I’m shouting because in some fucked up way, despite everything. I still love you. I’m shouting because I want to hate you. I’m shouting because I’m angry. I’m shouting…
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For a long time, I thought “regaining control” meant taking action — making bold moves, drawing lines in the sand, walking away with my head high. And in some ways, it is that. But what I’ve come to learn recently…
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Sometimes, the smallest moments expose the biggest truths. For me, it wasn’t the arguments, the silence, or even the heartbreak that made things crystal clear.It was the dogs. After a long period of reflection and emotional exhaustion, I told my…
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This is an unscheduled post, so posts after it will be a bit older than when this happened. Only by a day or so, but I wanted to share this one as it’s kind of huge. There’s something uniquely cruel…
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There’s a strange kind of relief in hearing something you didn’t want to hear. Not because it feels good — it doesn’t — but because it puts an end to the wondering. The waiting. The slow, daily erosion of “what…
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I opened myself up again.Despite the trauma.Despite the last time nearly breaking me.Despite every instinct telling me to shut it all down and go numb.I stayed. I felt it. I fought. But I think I’ve just been swinging at shadows.
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I don’t know if this is a turning point or the end of the road. I guess that’s the kind of thing you only figure out looking back. Right now, all I know is that I made a mess of…
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It’s strange how the spaces we once called home can feel so foreign. Returning to the family home, even just temporarily, has stirred up a whirlwind of emotions, and I’m beginning to question everything I thought I understood about myself,…
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It’s taken me about a week to come to this realisation. When my wife told me she didn’t think things were working anymore, I went into what I can only describe as a state of stubborn denial. I felt the…
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As I navigate the aftermath of our breakup, I find myself grappling with a swirl of emotions that defy easy categorization. While part of me feels a sense of relief that we were able to arrive at this decision together,…
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