Originally Posted by
BrokenTrev
Working on myself seems so futile. I know in the grand scheme of things 28 isn't really that old but I can't get over it. Starting life over at 28 with so little feels like the end of my life. Hell.. most of the posts here are made by people 5+ years my junior.
She took my home of 9 years. She took my pride, my masculinity. She took my children, she took my wife. She she she... really.. it's me me me.
If I go back to school and "work on myself" I'll be 33 before I'm financially secure enough to think about a family. I would have made a great father. I would have been an excellent husband. Dating at this age is different. Woman like my ex are usually either mothers or not interested in dating someone who's got nothing. I'm a fool for not asking her sooner. Maybe then she'd have fought harder. Maybe then I wouldn't have fallen so far. I hate(d) dating. My ex and I didn't really date.. we just clicked and spent all our time together. I can't believe I screwed it up.
The signs are there.. you all have been firm in reinforcing the fact that she's gone and that there's no hope. I know it's true.. I know that she gave up on our relationship months ago. I know that I have to give up hope to move on.
I can't.. I won't. She won't likely answer the phone or return my call even if I did try to contact her. She's strong. Still.. seeing her and begging.. seeing her and confessing that I messed up.. that I don't blame her for leaving me but that there's still hope seems like the only answer to this pain. 0.0001% chance of success is still greater than 0.
I know I'm wrong. I know seeing her will do nothing but drive her further away. I know this but I can't accept it. @#$*&$*@*!!!