I was married 27 years when I filed 33 when the D was official. When I was M, I really defined myself as a husband and a father. Not a healthy way to define your identity, but it common for men to define themselves their roles and their achievements. That is one of the reasons IMHO that the suicide rate among men is so high after D.
After Dday1&2, I was shattered and the prospect of being alone was daunting. Dday2 was easier for me as I had spent almost a year previously, rediscovering whi was, apart from my roles. It was rewarding digging into myself and finding the person I used to be. Turns out I'm pretty interesting and likable...who knew?
Cutting my WW out of my life was nothing short of liberating. She really was, as still is, a toxicly negative person who sucks the oxygen from the room. Now that I was responsible for only myself, and my kids half time, I felt lighter. Sure, there was still the grief and trauma to process, but we all need to do that.
I'm past that magic 5 year mark, so I consider myself mostly healed, but there is some scar tissue. Funny thing though. Once I was reticent of being alone; now I crave my own company. You might find that as well. Don't underestimate the value of peace and contentment.
Hope your healing journey takes you to a good place.
[This message edited by Justsomeguy at 12:18 AM, Sunday, February 23rd]
I'm an oulier in my positions.
Me:57 STBXWW:55 DD#1: false confession of EA Dec. 2016. False R for a year.DD#2: confessed to year long PA Dec. 2 2017 (was about to be outed)Called it off and filed. Denied having an affair in court papers.
Divorced