Me being an impulsive dork and dumping her for a far less intelligent girl with bigger breasts who didn’t even really happen even. That was it. Game over. She wouldn’t take me back.
TBH I should’ve ended myself then but was too stupid to even realise that was the better option than living another 20 years without her. Still… I wouldn’t have wanted to hurt my parents. Been distracting myself ever since with lots of other stuff. Can’t do it now because of my kids, and mother still alive. Dad fucked in head with dementia. Oh well. Keep trudging on and now have Lemmy to make stupid comments on. Yay.
One foot in front of the other. Look for the positives. Know that the perfection I imagine is nostalgic nonsense and it wouldn’t have worked out anyway.
We’re just meaningless meat bags of hormones and bullshit. Meh. Whatever.
There’s no ‘meant to be’ there’s just ‘is’ , and that too shall pass.
I reckon even Buddha had a chick he wishes he didn’t bail on.
Edit: btw it’s 2:50 for me and have to get up in 3 hours. I’m going to try to sleep.
Cheers.
At 53 with a partner and two kids, I am currently in deep, deep depression wishing that I’d married the girl I split up with at 24.
no shame in therapy if you haven’t been
I’ve been for other issues but it’s more or less all the same: “pull yourself together, stop XYZ”
Have you tried turning it off and on again?
Thought about turning it off, plenty of times. Off. Right off. Like unplugging it completely.
Well, for whatever it’s worth, this internet stranger is happy you’re still here. As long as you’re here, it can get better.
Thanks Baph!
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Do you miss the 24 year old girl or do you miss being 24?
The girl, who is now about 49 with two kids.
I’m fine with being oldish. I’m a much wiser and less impulsive person.
I think I may have just gone down the same path and im scared I may have the same realization one day.
Why did you guys split up back then?
Me being an impulsive dork and dumping her for a far less intelligent girl with bigger breasts who didn’t even really happen even. That was it. Game over. She wouldn’t take me back.
TBH I should’ve ended myself then but was too stupid to even realise that was the better option than living another 20 years without her. Still… I wouldn’t have wanted to hurt my parents. Been distracting myself ever since with lots of other stuff. Can’t do it now because of my kids, and mother still alive. Dad fucked in head with dementia. Oh well. Keep trudging on and now have Lemmy to make stupid comments on. Yay.
Hang in there. Consider talking to a therapist.
One foot in front of the other. Look for the positives. Know that the perfection I imagine is nostalgic nonsense and it wouldn’t have worked out anyway. We’re just meaningless meat bags of hormones and bullshit. Meh. Whatever. There’s no ‘meant to be’ there’s just ‘is’ , and that too shall pass.
But yeah , thanks.
That’s a wise take(the first part … until you edited more into the comment) Dwelling on what ifs will never get you anywhere
I reckon even Buddha had a chick he wishes he didn’t bail on. Edit: btw it’s 2:50 for me and have to get up in 3 hours. I’m going to try to sleep.
Cheers.
Sorry re edit. Yes. I’m good at wide takes.