Fiancee (L) cheated on me with my father
Hey everyone, I’m sorry I haven’t updated in a while I wish I could say I’m doing great but that would be a lie. Everything hits me in waves I go from just being numb to boiling with rage I haven’t had a happy moment since I found out.
Other than a few friends I don’t really have anyone IRL especially since my family turned out to be a-holes. Quite a few things happened since I posted last (it’s been about a month) so this update will tell all that’s been going on.
After I decided to get the ball rolling on everything that needed to be done like getting tested, finding a therapist, moving and of course buying a new bed. I started by calling my doctor’s office telling them I needed to get tested and to refer me to a therapist.
I had my first appointment with a therapist two weeks ago and we decided to continue once a week. I also got tested last week but it’ll be another week or so, so until I get the results cross your fingers for me.
I got in touch with a real estate agent friend of mine and he sent me a ton of listings and I decided on a new unit, I finished moving 2 days ago.
When I finished moving, I called L’s parents, when they picked up, I told them I moved out and L has still yet to pick up her things and that the landlord will start showing the apartment in a few days, so someone better pick her things up before the landlord throws it out.
That must have lit a fire under them because the next day my former landlord texted me thanking me for getting the apartment emptied out. No one knows where I live now other than the friend who set me up with this place, so I know L, or my parents won’t be dropping by.
My phone has been blowing up with texts and calls from L, both my parents and some of my friends but I have no interest in talking to anyone other than my therapist. At work I’ve been a ghost I go in get my work done and leave, on the rare occasion I have to talk to someone I put on my fake smile and pretend everything is okay.
My boss has been trying to check in on me more but I don’t really tell her anything either I just tell her I appreciate it, but I’ll be okay. Truth is, I don’t know if I’ll be okay, I get that time heals and all, but I feel like that’s only relevant when you’re dealing with one issue not when you lose who you thought were the closest people in your life all at once. A huge part of me died and there’s no chance of resuscitating it.