Ooof. The holidays were a real fucking battle. All the progress I made, all the gratitude I had cultivated, all the changes and new additions to my life got disregarded by myself. I found myself distraught that I didn’t hear from her during the holidays with even a cordial “I hope you are doing okay”. I told myself that I wouldn’t hear from her. We have no kids, but just the actuality of my guess coming to fruition fucking hurt. I found myself traveling down the social pathways that are somewhat still connected (her family, shared friends) to see if I could gain a glimpse of what was going on in her life. I’m fucking mad at myself for doing so. Going pain shopping down the pain aisle. This is a bit of venting but also a quest for advice. When you stumble, when you take a step or steps backwards, what do you do (my brothers) to get back on track? I feel defeated. All the work I’ve done was derailed so easily. It feels like I have been telling myself a lie. Happy fucking New Year.