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confusedbutloved
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It's been three weeks since my divorce and things steadily get worst, not that I can imagine it getting worst. Weeks ago my 19 y/o son told me my ex had no money and no food, I felt horrible and thought the Christian thing to do would be to help, so I would cook meals and make sure I cooked enough for him and even his roommate, I bought groceries on sale also. Saturday he and a friend had a 40th bday party and I made two trays of his favorite food for my son to take and then things came crashing around me all over again. Just when I thought I saw glimpses of the man I fell in love with years ago, I found out that he had posted a picture of himself and his new lady love on facebook, my heart felt like a knife had gone through several times and just stayed there. I felt so stupid and used, I was cooking for him and basically providing catering services for him and his new girlfriend. It's made me feel like he never cared, I feel like I was so inconsequential in his life. Shortly after I moved out he said he was being treated for depression, he went for a week and then dropped out, my young adult kids felt sorry for him and now are furious with me that I am hurt by the fact that he has moved on. 10 years of my life, 10 years of loving and taking care of this man, my kids and I have had such horrible arguments because in three weeks since our divorce I haven't "moved on". I told my ex how hurt I was, he doesn't care of course i feel used and stupid and just like i never mattered. i don't know how to move on, i'm in divorce recovery classes but it's so hard, i prayed and prayed that he would get better as he got help, he just moved on to the next woman, I think about her in what was my home, and yes, I hurt when I think of the likelihood that she is what was once my bed with him. I dont' think I have the strength to move on, to go on sometimes. I feel alone, so so alone. I feel like I have no place in this world, not even in my apartment, i feel like my kids have turned against me as he was the one being "treated" for depression. I get down on my knees and pray, I cry day and night, I'm unraveling and don't see an end to this pain I'm feeling in my heart. I need prayer, where is my God, where is my Savior, I've been calling out to Him and still I'm all alone.