I separated from my then husband in March 2020 - the week before the lockdown took effect. What a whirlwind.
We had an open relationship and were seeing other people. The problems with each other and our partners were merely a symptom of a much deeper rooted cause. That’s a long story in and of itself and I’ll address that later.
We tried to work through our issues, but I could not take the emotional abuse any longer.
Gaslighting used to be such a buzzworthy term for me and it took me a really long time to realize that was exactly what was happening to me. I felt like I was going crazy. I would tell my friends all the things my partner of 13 years was saying to me - many of which knew him on a deep, personal level - and they were in shock. I would ask if I was reading too much into things. I called my own reactions and feelings into question daily, if not more. My friends believed I was being rational. My husband was telling me I was overreacting, reading into the situation, and/or flat-out wrong. I have the painful screenshots. I hope to delete them someday.
Our divorce was finalized March 2021. While I don’t believe divorce is ever easy, it is especially complicated during a global pandemic. You try proving your identity to the SSA via snail mail. You have to put all of your life’s documents in a manila envelope and hope they all come back. The paperwork..... Returning to my maiden name, changing car title/tag, opening a new bank account, voter registration, emails, every account known to man… I had to start fresh with everything. It was a nightmare.
I made it through and my ex-husband and I are still on speaking-terms.
I loved him, but I couldn’t do life with him anymore.
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