Just heard from the ex of the guy who my fiance ran off with

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She contacted me on facebook to tell me how sorry she was that her "Peice of s**t ex" had caused me so many problems..

I'm having a really hard time dealing with this and I've started drinking heavily and I could really use some one to talk to.

Wow.... that's rough. Really rough.

Hang in there... it takes a long time to heal, but you won't heal at all if you're constantly drunk or stoned.

That's wild though, the other person coming along and giving you sorta' the inside scoop like that. Maybe the coolness of that will take some of the sting out. It's not often you get such good intel!

Maybe you dodged a bullet.

yeah I told her I was done dumpster diving.. I don't want anything to do with anyone who's done drugs or does drugs... I didn't even drink heavily until this started.. I'd drink a beer or two and be happy.. now I stay drunk practically all the time when I don't have to drive..

I just don't understand cause I trusted some one and I got hurt because of it..

Bad news, I've been there - the driving thing saved me. I'd go to the store every night at about 2230. I'd buy enough booze for a couple of hours and then go to bed. It worked - sometimes you've got to outthink yourself!

There's nothing anyone can say to take away from how hurt you feel right now but it WILL pass, through it all you've just got to realise that noone at all thinks you've done anything wrong!! !

In my case where the girl ran off with a tweeker, her grandmother was more remorseful about it than my ex-fiance was. Only after Mr. Wonderful clucked a bunch of the deceased grandfather's tools did my ex see how poorly a choice she made for a partner, even then she went on to raise this dude's spawn herself after he got himself run over while panhandling.

Just keep reminding yourself of what you said here today - you're done with dumpster diving - and promise yourself you'll stick to it

yup... wound up turning into a full on meltdown last night and was apparently scary enough my mom called 911 and they sent out a sherrifs deputy.. Bruised my hand up again from punching a door... tried to cut myself but couldn't find a bottle that would break.. goddamn safety glass.. and was basically told yet again by all of them that I just "Need to get over it"... when I honestly just can't see any reason to get over it... I hate the feeling of being powerless more than anything.. I had no control, no say, in any of it.. yet I seem to have been the one that got stuck holding the emotional trauma bag when it was all over.

I bet you anything he'll be laughing about it in a year or two.