I’m getting better every day. It’s getting easier every day.
I haven’t broken out in random sobs for 3 days. When a coworker asked if Brad and I were back together yet, my eyes didn’t tear up when I replied, “no.”
The anger and hurt have turned to a dull ache in my stomach, an apathetic numbness that carries me through the day.
The nights are the hardest, feeling empty and alone because I can no longer text him “I love you, good night” and it takes me longer to fall asleep.
But in the middle of sleep my brain decides to shove sickly-sweet dreams and violent nightmares my direction. Dreams and nightmares that are so vivid, so convincing, so real that when I wake from them at oh-dark-thirty in the morning, it takes me about ten to fifteen minutes to finally realize that those horrible things didn’t happen or that we’re not still/back together. Every night this week I’ve woken in a cold sweat just hours after I closed my eyes.
I might be able to fake my way through the day and ever-so-slightly come to grips with the fact that this relationship is over, but it seems I’m not out of the woods yet.
A part of me thinks that this intense heartache is silly: I didn’t go through any of this with Jake, to whom I was married for 3 years, and Brad and I were only together for 10 months. But I also cannot deny what I am feeling. This relationship was so full of love and emotion and amazing experiences – and I will not discount that. My heart is truly broken and I will not feel shame for this feeling after such a seemingly short romance. I feel what I feel, that’s all there is to it.
But if my days are still permeated by this pain, is it too much to ask that my brain allow me to sleep and try to regain just a bit more energy to get me through the day? To let me sleep a whole night without constant reminders of what I lost?