Loneliness is about twice as dangerous as obesity

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Originally Posted by Flint

Six months later, explaining this to the Cellar, I feel exactly the same. I feel 100% as hurt, betrayed, and rejected. I can't imagine what could change so that this isn't an injury I never fully recover from, and in some part of me, carry to my grave. On dark nights, years from now, won't I remember this? Part of me has died.

I think your living situation is keeping the wound fresh. Yes, some part of you will always remember the hurt, but it will get better to a large degree. That process can't start until you actually get out from under the knife, though. Now that you have money, what's the plan for one or the other of you moving out?