I've been struggling for a few days.

I do my therapy. I take my medication. I hit the gym when my children aren't here. I struggle to stay occupied. It's been two years since the separation. The divorce was finalized in March, I paid her out today.

I see my ex every few days transitioning between kids. Everything comes back. I don't hate her, but I hate the person she became. I hate the emptiness of this house and knowing my children won't have a single home. I hate that I'm stuck and not able to progress with my own life. I hate this hole in my heart and ache in my stomach because I did everything that I knew to do at that point in time. I know we grew apart.

How did you get to a spot of indifference?