I hate this post divorce life. As in, it doesn't feel worth living. How the hell can she be happier this way? Was I really that bad? Was I really that much of an awful person? This life now feels so empty without her. I know, I'm stuck and wallowing in self sorrow and pity and all of the typical depressing cycles, but I just can't escape it. And it's been this way since March. I gave her everything she wanted, all the freedom she ever asked for and yet, she claims I was an abusive narcissist. The rabbit hole that has sent me down now has me thinking I'm an asshole of such epic proportions that I don't and never deserved anything good in this world. Even though much of the research I've done on the topic suggests I'm actually the victim of narcissistic abuse - feeling like walking on eggshells, loneliness, gaslighting, financial control, isolation, belittlement, silent treatment, etc., I still can't help but feel like I must have been the worst person in the world. And now that I'm so depressed about all this, I can't help but feel like I'm radioactive and toxic. I know I have friends who want to support me, but they just don't understand how I can feel so guilty and broken and I don't feel like anyone can ever want to be around me now. And I feel guilty reaching out because I just know I'm a black hole of suck any more. And now, I worried I will never feel okay again.