I’m overwhelmed with guilt and fear these days.
It’s almost paralyzing. I have to work at doing the simplest things.
The fear is about my reality. I’m basically middle-aged, going deaf, over weight and have a myriad of physical difficulties and/or limitations and mental issues.
Who could ever fall in love with me?
And am I even capable of loving another?
The guilt is in regards to the man who just moved out.
I feel so terrible because our whole marriage is all my fault. If I’d have just done the smart thing, instead of what seemed like the right thing, we wouldn’t have wasted all those years.
At least he still has a chance at true love.