Hello 👋 I'm going to tell you about my life what I'm going through as a form of emotional grief. I am 37 years old, I am a single dad, I have two beautiful children aged 9 and 3, adorable. Usually the divorce went well with tensions but it was overall. I would like to point out that I have a job that I love and I am in good financial shape. Not unhappy but middle class. I have interactions but I am focused on being a father.
She left home and I will soon leave too.. In January of this year my ex told me that she was thinking about me that she had seen a guy for 9 months but here it is... We talk about it but for my part I'm not sure but I'm in this past-future bind which tugs at me, I would like answers that I haven't had or received.. In March we see each other again, we have a theater, we hold hands but it's difficult, it's ➕️ a couple discovering each other and not the other way around. We make a movie but no kisses, nothing, just sweet moments. We talk to each other and tell each other that it's better not to continue, it's pointless. But saying it affected me and I relapsed like at the beginning of the divorce. Realizing that it's over is a hard road, a long tunnel where you don't see the light. I knew I was toxic in myself I didn't hide from the women I saw that emotionally I felt betrayed. It is a process that takes time
Then the holidays arrive, I look after the children during the month and my eldest tells me that mom is on vacation and mentions the guy with whom she had a relationship. and then I told myself that I was a bandage and it hurts me, the wound is open. I take it upon myself but it bothers me too much. I tell him we need to talk. She tells me no. I say OK. Then she writes to me via chatgpt thinking that I will see a neutral message to say that it was not intended that she wanted to know blabla. I tell him with emotion that the fact of having to use chatgpt shows that I am more under emotion and that I was being manipulated and I close by saying that now it's the children, just the children.

Today I continued on my way doing my sport walking discovering spots I had to see a “friend” but she has to stay with her family. She knows I'm toxic but she still wants... savior syndrome... I don't know.

I am writing to his fathers to his men who are real MGTOWs who like me have abandoned love and rejected modernity

Let's get out of this toxic state together.

Through our experiences, our listening. So if like me you suffer in silence You are going through the syndrome of the man left behind That you have pain inside you Write to me let's listen. No judgments No blabbering

No useless advice taken on tik tok Let's talk about our emotions felt trials. I'm sure I'm not the only one.

Thanks for reading me.

Take care of yourself.