30 year old male, divorced last year after 9 years. Got dumped because I drink too much apparently. She was supposed to move back to her home country but ended up staying in this city.
I’m a member of the music scene and so is she so all my friends are her friends. So naturally because I’m not the pretty one, she gets all sympathy and I’m now a lonely motherfucker rejected by a lot of people I once called friends.
She hooked up with a dude who is an actual drug addict and last night. While trying to watch the band, they’re making out like 5ft behind me. I shouldnt care because these people are quite literally losers compared to me but I guess I’m jealous someone cares about her and nobody cares about me.
When I went home last night alone I actually thought about ending things. I don’t really know what to do going forwards. Do I just end my hobby of music because I can’t deal with my jealousy? Every gig she is there and she’s got a line of guys wanting to be with her while I’m left to rot alone.
Should I sell my house and quit my job and move? That’s what I was up all night pondering. I feel as if this place is too small for the both of us, and she won.
I went through something pretty similar a decade ago: small town native, met someone that wasn’t local, marriage ends, and now every single corner has rough memories. I ended up moving to LA, which is about as polar opposite as you can get from my hometown, just to get away.
My dog really dragged my ass through the dark times. Having a buddy that needs you and loves you unconditionally doesn’t hurt. I don’t have any advice beyond take it a day at a time. It’s fucked now, but each day is a step towards healing and recovery.