I was happy alone my whole. Entire. Life. I liked being the third wheel! I had cultivated this whole personality where my friends always talked about how I was just “too much to handle” as the reason why I was single.
A year and a half ago I let a woman convince me to be the man she had an affair with. Her marriage dissolved (not even my fault) and she left both me and her husband with broken hearts. Ever since then, I haven’t been able to get a grip on that feeling of peace in isolation.
I try to stay busy but it’s just not working anymore. My thoughts go back to the loneliness and misery and I want to tear my skin off. If you find something that works, even if it’s temporary, please share.