I'm going to keep this brief.
I got divorced last year. It wasn't bad, it was just that we weren't in love. It wasn't anybody's fault, but with hindsight, I don't think that we'd ever really been in love. Not in the right way. I think it was just very good friendship, and an intimacy that we both mistook for romantic love. The relationship had been dead in the water for a couple of years, but it took a big life change to make us realise it. We split on better terms than I've ever heard of in a divorce.
But it doesn't matter. You still feel like shit, because that thing that centred you is gone, and naturally we want love in our lives. Then you get frantic; every day feels like a month. You