It's going to be a year in two months since my gf ctb'ed.
With only some days as exceptions, it's has been getting worse and worse to the point that I myself am one, the easiest one, step away from doing it.
Psychologically and emotionally I'm suffering and scared, but it is soo tempting to just get the fck out of it.
I can't predict what's going to happen, but it feels like I've turned a point of no return (it's not true, probably, but it feels like it).
I loved and needed her so, so much. It turns out that I actually don't know how to live without her, which makes those cliches about love seem true in our case.