Wiggs-
I was married at 23, and divorced 3 years ago at 30.
Without getting into the entire story, I'll just say that it took me by surprise. I never thought, ever, that we would end our relationship. Even though we were weathering a rough stretch, I felt that we would work through it like every other time.
I was living out west and took a month sabatical to go east to visit friends and family. I was served divorce papers 2 weeks later. For the next year, I lived in an empty 3 bedroom apartment with no furniture. I ate out every meal, and I didn't work. I actually didn't work for 18 months, so I had a LOT of time to "experience my feelings".
Anger- came and went. Usually replaced with
Sorrow- about what was lost and never to be regained. I slept for days, read a lot, layed around a lot staring at the ceiling. Eventually this led to
Despair- Where I felt I had lost my edge as a man and didn't have anything to offer anyone. I covered it up by being the "guy" to go to when someone wanted to go out and let loose. I partied a lot, but wasn't having fun.
At some point, I started realizing I needed to fuck some bitches or I'd go crazy. I actually had to train myself to have libido again, as I'd lost it completely. I started back in the gym and started prioritizing getting laid. Had 5-6 months of solid sexcapades that were really fun. Still mourned the loss of my ex and was hurt, but pussy helped a lot.
Then I met my current GF. Lot's of stuff happened there and we are going on 2 years now, was very bumpy at first. Little by little, I realized I hadn't thought or cared about my ex for long stretches of time.
Now, almost 4 years later, I'm 99% ambivalent to her existence. I barely think about it at all. But I remember MY journey after the breakup, that will always stay with me.
