I experienced this, and as best I can explain it, it was a period that seemed to come after the fireworks of D-Day wore off, after the adrenaline wore off, after the drama, after the hysterical bonding.
My exWW came in strong after D-Day, reading books, writing long confession-apology-explanation letters, constantly reinforcing her resolve to fix everything, notes in lunch boxes, unexpected affirmations of love, etc., but this level of effort is exhausting to maintain, for anyone.
And then you begin to settle back into a state of relative calm, like a Dead Calm in an ocean, that allows, for the first time since D-Day, an opportunity for deep contemplation, and you begin to re-evaluate, everything, question everything, especially the specialness of what you had, have, and ever going to have.
In the wake of D-Day, you’re almost in a constant state of adrenaline consumption, shock, panic, denial, confusion, anger, turmoil, anxiety, actions and preparation, and when all that winds down…you’re left in a void of calm, a very stark reality, a POLF, with nothing else but an exhausted WS, a tainted love, and your thoughts, doubts and an uncertain future, a plane that seems devoid of specialness.
I think it’s important to remember that this is a state of mind, not necessarily a state of reality.
Que America “A Horse With No Name”
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