It Happened

I’m 9 weeks post discard (I think). I posted on here several times at the beginning, but I’m genuinely in a good place now. A little recap…she had discarded several time before. I sold my house to live in her house. She ended things and now I’m living back with parents at 36. She had a miscarriage last year and 2 weeks before ending it she said she wanted to try to conceive again. She ordered folic acid on Amazon before telling me she wanted to try again.

Yesterday was the year anniversary of the miscarriage. I offered to mark it together, weeks ago. She rejected the idea. I offered earlier this week to meet up. She rejected this citing a wedding she was at.

She hard launched the new fella on Instagram, while she was at the wedding. On the anniversary of me coming face to face with our dead foetus.

This was a massive test for me. I felt a brief surge of adrenaline and then not really anything. The person I thought I loved didn’t exist. The reality is she is somebody who will contact me inconsistently and then on a truly emotional day she thinks that is acceptable.

A message for all those out there…one day you just won’t care 😊