It’s been two and a half years, and I still dream of my ex husband holding me
He treated me like shit. But I loved him. I still love him. I didn’t want the divorce. I thought I would die married to him. I thought we would be buried next to each other.
It still sears. I can’t even imagine another relationship. I want to be loved, I want to be held, but the idea of anyone but him doesn’t feel okay.
You can do better and you deserve better.
Everyone grieves and recovers in their own way in their own time. My friend described it as worse than grieving a death.