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.
Post here instead of contacting your ex-
dclaus
Let me start out by saying, this idea didn't originate from me. I was reading a website (suggested by kbbcoop77 to someone else) and it was that website (www.breakupdiscoveryguide.com) which suggested starting a thread like this.
That being said, I think this is a great platform to either post what we would like to say to our STBX / Ex, or to post about our struggle with No Contact.
That being said, I think this is a great platform to either post what we would like to say to our STBX / Ex, or to post about our struggle with No Contact.
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You know what really hurts? It's everything added up together. Realizing that I was nothing more than a toy to you. Thinking of how stupid I was to give you my everything. Knowing how I can't ever be with you again cause that'll just be torturing myself. Forcing myself to get over you and to forget everything I ever felt. Yet still hoping that one day you'll turn back and pull me into your arms in that way that only you do and ruffle your fingers through my hair.
But at the end of the day, I am nothing but a joke you tell to your friends.
Hi, Dickhead. Thank you for all you have shown me. Thank you for getting so inside my head it has taken me a years worth of therapy and nearly as long to get you out as our relationship lasted. Thank you so much for calling me by your ex wife's name when when I disagreed with you or when we fought and for pushing me pick between you and my friends because you "didn't like them and they weren't good people". Thank you so much for controlling me and manipulating me to the point I didn't know which end was up and for stripping away my self confidence inch by precious inch. Thank you so much for the awful names you called me and for putting all our problems on me when we broke up. Thank you so much for calling me and driving past my house after we broke up virtually keeping me stuck in the devastation and in your control. Thank you so much for all the damage you did, because it has TEMPORARILY damaged my ability to trust or let anyone get close. THANK YOU SO EFFING MUCH! I am so much stronger now, thanks to the crap you put me through. I am jaded, but I've learned. I have discovered so much about myself, and it is all thanks to you. I am strong. I am beautiful. I am desirable. I am lovable. I am precious. Most importantly, I deserve better than you. I can and will get better, you; however, will always be a piece of shit. You will always be an abusive ass. You will always be you. I thank God I don't have you in my life, despite the fact my insane heart thinks it wants you, because my head knows everything about you and how dangerous you are for me. So thank you, dickhead! I would not be the woman I am today, if it wasn't for you. By the way, if I walked past you in an alley and you were on fire, I wouldn't piss on you to put the fire out, unless I was pissing gasoline. Good luck to you, dickhead, and I only wish I'd had the honor to see the girl you dated after me beat the shit out of you. It would have made my day.
Julie
Three years prior to this, I went to the hospital ICU, told her whatever I had done to make her hate me the past 40 years, I was sorry. She couldn't speak due to the ventilator so she wrote on a pad "thank you". I joined hands with our son and daughter with her and I had prayer with her. After they got her cancer in remission for almost 3 years, her actions towards me were not very civil or friendly so, I gave it one more and final try just before she died.
I really have nothing to say to you. I have been paying far too long and too much for someone else who hurt you and it will come to an end soon. Thanks for the lesson. I intend never to make the same mistake.
*kudos on sja :-)
I can sum it up simple - you hurt me, you crushed me, you destroyed friendships that you have made, you destroyed our family, your children, everything.
All for what, my career took off and you got to reap all the benefits - a loving husband that always put you first, a $50,000 suv, paid vacations, gym memebers, kids in day care while you sit home and enjoy life, money in your account, never asked for a damn thing except to be acknowledged and loved.
I busted my ass and dealt with so much political work crap to build something in a industry where it is impossible to have a family - I beat the odds and did it 15 years early. I am here, we did it, we are young, I have us set for a good life and colleges paid with out loans for the kids - and you destroy that, for what a heroin addict scum bag.
But what you did not count on was that I would lick my wounds, that I would get stronger, grow as a man. All the future rewards will go to my kids and there kids - I am a family guy, I am loyal, compassionate and driven. Someone will benefit from me with my mind, body and sprit. You do not control me anymore, enjoy the moment I will enjoy the future.