I am surprised that you still call him “The love of my life” when he clearly walked over you. I have had similar people walk out and I may have misunderstood them as “love of my life” but today I call them nothing more than just “people”. These people are actually far less important than the strangers out there since I’d never want to meet or see these people in my past again. They are dead to me, so am I to them. Nothing complicated or confusing about it I suppose.
In the comments, here’s what someone said to me and my response as well;
Her “piece” of advice:
Let’s give her a break. This relationship was an important one to her. Someone can leave you and you don’t have to make them “dead to you”. Sure some of them are but others? In time many of us are actually grateful day exited our lives because it ultimately didn’t have anything to do with our personal feelings and more about what they knew they needed. I am grateful for the past relationships that have taught me so much, and while you seem to simplify the end of a relationship as black or white, others see the complexities and the evolution of perspectives that can take time. I may not have any interest in spending time with my ex-husband anymore but that doesn’t mean he is dead to me because he was an important part of my life for almost two decades.
Be gentle with her and with yourself. We all deserve that.
My “piece” of junk in response to her totally clueless wisdom 🙂
Without knowing a story, I can also become a “Buddha” like you while throwing totally useless and unrelated wisdom on internet comments. After a break-up, what other “break” does anyone need that you are professing here? You don’t know her, nor do you know me, how can you claim having achieved this “nirvana” to shed your dark light? You might also belong to people who instead of going to college or university, actually learn from “people” in the bed (or in the night clubs’ restrooms) while making all those lofty empty promises to be together eternally. I can also start calling a clearly dark and a black color as “gray” like you see without glasses (some do need glasses, trust me). If your ex-husband carries an important part in your life, from this comment I can tell why is that poor chap “ex”.
And since none of my advice would do any good to you, hence I’d keep you from forking it for free. It was like a conversation with a zombie… LOL
I need to hear some sounds that recognize the pain in me, yeah.
I let the melody shine, let it cleanse my mind, I feel free now.
But the airwaves are clean and there’s nobody singing to me now.
No change, I can’t change, I can’t change, I can’t change,
But I’m here in my mold, I am here in my mold.
And I’m a million different people from one day to the next
I can’t change my mold, no, no, no, no, no, no, no
Cause it’s a bittersweet symphony this life.
Trying to make ends meet, trying to find some money then you die.
Bittersweet Symphony, The Verve
The love of my life has decided that he no longer wishes to be a part of my life. I’m not really sure what to say about the matter. I love him and this sucks. But, you can’t force someone…
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