My Pain is Not My EX’s Fault. It’s On Me.

It’s not her fault

…it’s mine

What is my fault? Why should you care?

That which is my “fault”, or a better word “my responsibility” are my feelings.

Those feelings, my brain knows now, were always my responsibility.

But it’s hard to “feel” that in the heart and soul, the places where we really live, when the object of our addiction, the person we love, is gone.

Today after so much time, I looked in the morning mirror and realized the way I feel is not my ex’s “fault”. It’s mine.

And it’s my responsibility to right that.

Why should you care? Because if you’re reading this, you already probably do care.

Cutting to the chase, at the beginning of the separation, the ending of being in each other’s lives, I couldn’t breathe. I didn’t want to feel this way anymore.

And I believed it was her fault! She dumped me for someone else.

That whole mindset consumed me. I wanted to die. Anything to stop the pain.

Well I didn’t die. I sought out help like the help I got here on EXaholics.

I found tools and anchors. And I got better. I got to the point where I got used to her being out of my life.

Still, I get mental images of her leaving me, with her new man, happy without me, forgetting me, not even crossing her mind.

And I’m at the point where that’s a good thing.

You see, we really weren’t good for each other. For whatever reason. And there are many depending on the time of day and how I am feeling about myself.

The chase…

I got over the breakup. I survived it. Didn’t think I would make it. But I did.

I think, and I get you are really really hurting right now, that you too will get through it. Even though it doesn’t feel like it right now. You will.

Hold on. Times a thousand, hold on.

I got frustrated when I saw others getting “better” before I did and when they found new relationships before I did.

So my understanding of that now is this:

We can support each other, but ultimately the journey is ours and ours alone.

It’s no longer her fault–the way I feel. It’s on me. It was always on me.

(Fault is a harsh word I know but I don’t have a better one right now).

It’s my responsibility to allow work on allowing myself to feel better–a responsibility I am slowly learning to accept more fully with the passing of every day.


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