I have finally come to the conclusion that EVERYONE around me believed from the get-go. My ex isn’t just unstable. He’s mentally ill. Admitting this doesn’t necessarily make me feel good but it gives me closure.
Which is terribly needed beyond comprehension.
I remain hopeless, but I’m hanging on to God where hope is found.
We’ll see where that takes me… after all, I’ve read through Job and it has become painstakingly clear that all wisdom belongs to God.