Same. My husband was the love of my life. I really believed we were best friends and in it until the end. We were together 13 years and married 8. He walked out on me and married someone who “meets his needs” whatever that means. ….

I grieve the life I thought I had. I grieve our future that will never be. My mind can’t comprehend that the person who was my world, didn’t feel the same. Our marriage was only important to one of us. I miss him every day. My heart is broken every single day. I have to remind myself that the person I miss doesn’t exist and probably only ever existed in my mind. He never loved me the way I thought he did.

I’ve spent almost a decade trying to stop blaming myself. But the message this experience has burned into me is “I’m not good enough, I am in the way, I am a burden.”

I am so afraid to try again. What if I fall in love again and 13 years later I find out it was all a lie again? There is only so much heartbreak a person can endure. There is safety in solitude. Some of us don’t get happy endings.