Breakups & Divorce Support Group
Just broke up with someone or in the midst of a difficult divorce? Breaking up is difficult no matter what the circumstances are. They say that time heals all wounds, but sometimes a listening ear or a hug can work wonders for the heart. Whether you need a place to vent, someone to hold you to No Contact, or need advice about what to do, we're here to help.
I've never really posted on anything like this before but at this point I will try anything to talk to someone who might understand this hurt.
I'm 23 years old and a recent college grad who is currently living in Europe for a year. I have struggled on and off with depression and anxiety for years and they've always made it very hard to trust. Until I met my now-ex-boyfriend. He was everything I never thought I could find, every support that I never thought I deserved, and loved me in all the ways I thought no one ever would. I'd never been in love before, and he made me believe for the first time that love exists. He accepted my flaws as parts of me, and he made me feel like a part of his family. I loved and trusted him with everything I had. He told me on several occasions that he'd always love me, and we planned our distant future together when, after my year abroad, we'd both be living in the same city again. When I'd cry he'd hold me and tell me we'd get through it together.
We were together for just under 2 years. When I found out I was moving here for a year, he was supportive and told me that we'd be ok and get thru it together. He supported me through all of my homesickness and loneliness and reverting of my depression that I've felt since moving here. I haven't had an easy time. He came to visit me for 9 days three weeks ago, and it was perfect. Nothing was wrong. He was loving and caring and intimate and everything that I had come to hold so dear. At the airport he said not to cry because we'd be together so soon. Five days later he ended it on Skype... in one hour, 4000 miles and a 6 hour time difference apart, after two years. And of course none of his explanations are at all clear to me... he said he'd been planning it for 8 months but I hadn't the faintest idea.
I was shocked. Blindsided by the loss of my first love and my first ever real breakup while long-distance and in an unfamiliar place with all of my friends and family across the Atlantic. Triple whammy. Not only have I lost my best friend, I've lost a part of my family, all of the plans I had for the future, two years of loving memories, and my biggest supporter in a difficult time. I feel like I haven't stopped crying in 2 weeks.
Everyone says it will get better with time. That someday I'll be able to trust and love again and I'll find someone who I deserve. I'm only 23 and that there's a whole world out there that I haven't experienced yet. Deep down I know that. I want so badly to believe it. But that answer is absolutely not a shred of comfort to me right now. I just want the crying to stop and the feeling that I can't breathe to ease. I want to be able to get through my workdays. To fall asleep without sobs and wake up without nightmares. I just want the hurt to be bearable so I can try to move on. How do I do that?
I'm 23 years old and a recent college grad who is currently living in Europe for a year. I have struggled on and off with depression and anxiety for years and they've always made it very hard to trust. Until I met my now-ex-boyfriend. He was everything I never thought I could find, every support that I never thought I deserved, and loved me in all the ways I thought no one ever would. I'd never been in love before, and he made me believe for the first time that love exists. He accepted my flaws as parts of me, and he made me feel like a part of his family. I loved and trusted him with everything I had. He told me on several occasions that he'd always love me, and we planned our distant future together when, after my year abroad, we'd both be living in the same city again. When I'd cry he'd hold me and tell me we'd get through it together.
We were together for just under 2 years. When I found out I was moving here for a year, he was supportive and told me that we'd be ok and get thru it together. He supported me through all of my homesickness and loneliness and reverting of my depression that I've felt since moving here. I haven't had an easy time. He came to visit me for 9 days three weeks ago, and it was perfect. Nothing was wrong. He was loving and caring and intimate and everything that I had come to hold so dear. At the airport he said not to cry because we'd be together so soon. Five days later he ended it on Skype... in one hour, 4000 miles and a 6 hour time difference apart, after two years. And of course none of his explanations are at all clear to me... he said he'd been planning it for 8 months but I hadn't the faintest idea.
I was shocked. Blindsided by the loss of my first love and my first ever real breakup while long-distance and in an unfamiliar place with all of my friends and family across the Atlantic. Triple whammy. Not only have I lost my best friend, I've lost a part of my family, all of the plans I had for the future, two years of loving memories, and my biggest supporter in a difficult time. I feel like I haven't stopped crying in 2 weeks.
Everyone says it will get better with time. That someday I'll be able to trust and love again and I'll find someone who I deserve. I'm only 23 and that there's a whole world out there that I haven't experienced yet. Deep down I know that. I want so badly to believe it. But that answer is absolutely not a shred of comfort to me right now. I just want the crying to stop and the feeling that I can't breathe to ease. I want to be able to get through my workdays. To fall asleep without sobs and wake up without nightmares. I just want the hurt to be bearable so I can try to move on. How do I do that?
For me it was so sudden and unexpected that it was like losing a partner in a car accident. No warning. No time to prepare. No chance to really say goodbye. It takes time for the brain to reprogram itself. To stop expecting things to be the way they were.