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A few weeks ago, I was diagnosed with complicated grief.
Prior to this label, I had some experience with grief, but never knew that it could be complicated. Unlike simple, or uncomplicated grief, an individual will go through the stages of grieving and eventually integrate the loss into their lives; it becomes a part of them. Complicated grief is when there’s sort of a breakdown in the grieving process of the particular loss. For some people, and this is true in my case, we’re stuck in a cycle of grief; we cannot integrate the loss into our lives and “move on.”
In fact, two of the phrases that I have come to hate over the course of my grief are “let it go” and “move on.” These phrases are nothing more than cliches that never provide insight or help; rather, they are used to pacify and try to make someone feel more at ease about their loss. Because my response to those who say “let it go” and “move on” is how? and where?
How do I let go of my lack of closure and inability to forgive the past? How do I stop the feeling of loss and sadness that grips my chest and stomach every day? How do I stop the script of rejection in my head and heart? How do I begin to feel alive again without Nancy and Lana? How do I cope with the fact that my relationship with Nancy is over? How do I tell my mind and heart to forget her, when she’s the only one that I think about? How do I tell my heart to forget loving her, when I know that if we met at a different time, we would be together? How do I begin to feel it is over?
My mind knows that our relationship is over, but it’s a long mile down to my heart. Neither of them agree. There’s a great disparity among them.
Even though Nancy let me go in November, I never had the chance to even heal. She came back to the yoga studio, she pushed for me to be friends with her, and then she sent me mixed messages by kissing me and being affectionate. What was I supposed to believe then? How could I let go? Initially, I think I was in shock and was hopeful that her choice to be with Dave would change. Now I know that likely will not even happen, or she never planned to leave him.
Where do I go on from here? Where do I begin reshaping my identity after her? Where do I go to so I don’t fear running into her? Where do I go to escape reality when it’s truly painful? Where do I begin processing the fact that I’m lonely and all alone. Nancy and Dave have each other; I have no one.
How do I cope with the fact that she’s pregnant? That she’s moved on and I haven’t even begun to truly feel the loss, until I went no contact in April. I’ve only really begun to make sense of all this–by myself–four months ago. I only entered therapy this month.
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I’ve been in dark places, as I’m certain everyone has at one point or another. Being involved in an affair places one in the darkest pit of isolation and loneliness, particularly if you are the third party. Cheating spouse aside, you are the guilty party; you wrecked a perfectly normal home and seduced/lured a perfectly committed partner from his/her loving family.
To help cope with all of this, and for me especially, coping with a woman on a Pin-spree, I created a Fuck You Folder. On the desktop of my iMac, I designated a folder labeled, Fuck You, and it is here that I place my feelings and/or responses to Nancy’s Pinterest tirades. While I do not have to engage with her directly, or virtually through social media, I can retain a place/spot for my responses. Some sayings I take from social media, Google, or simply create in Photoshop. And, believe me, the ones I create myself are much more pointed and nastier. They feel the best.
At times, I am so tempted to nuclear her ass on Pinterest by posting all of what is in my Fuck You Folder and let it all rip. Release my bottled anger and let her have it. I planned to do this, prior to finding out she’s (allegedly) pregnant. Do I want to upset a pregnant woman? No. So I found a way to privately express my frustration and all other emotions.
My best advice, friends: start a Fuck You Folder for whatever you’re going through. It helps.