(You looked at all that I am)

You looked at all that I am

and all that I offer

and said, "Nope."

(My heart still aches)

My heart still aches

from your betrayal

and abandonment.

We Three Minus Two

My heart longs for

the DavenHalls,

we three gals.

I miss what we built

together over 16 years,

the family 

we established.

Now, I live in our

family home

without my family.

You Said You Didn’t Hate Me, But

I guess after 16 years together

and 13 years of marriage,

you looked at me and thought,

"I hate you so much that I am going to

move out, leaving you utterly alone,

and end our family.

I hate you so much that you deserve

to rot away alone

in the house that I chose for us.

I hate you so much that I find it

acceptable to demand couples therapy,

only to end it after three sessions,

give up on the marriage, and

move away."

Irreparable Damage

When your spouse

ends your marriage

and leaves you,

you will never

be the same.

The pain of that

level of

rejection and

abandonment

cannot be overstated.

Do You Ever Think of Me?

Do you ever think of me?

If so, what do you think of?

What do you remember?

Do you think of me

sitting in our house all alone?

Never Had a Chance

Between my narcissistic mother

and my self-loathing (now-former) spouse,

I never had a chance at experiencing

real love.

Painfully True

Those whose actions

result in pain for others

should accept that

those who suffer from their actions

are entitled to process the pain

in order to survive,

regardless of whether or not

(within the confines of the law)

it pains the one

who inflicted the pain

in the first place.

Grieving Is Exhausting

Even if I manage to have a decent night,

I still wake up the next morning

to be reminded that,

"Oh, yeah.  My wife left me..."

And my world comes crashing

down 

again.

You Find the Devastation that You Cause to Be Acceptable, but not the Admission from the Object of Your Devastation that They Are, in Fact, Devastated

You do something devastating to someone,

they admit that they are devastated,

and then you have the audacity to

get mad

at the person you devastated

for simply sharing the honest truth

about the devastation that you forced upon them.

(You get mad)

You get mad

when you do something bad

and it makes someone sad.