Moving on

Yes, it's my fifth post of the day - it has been quite a few days!  The more I turn this around in my head, the more I am convinced it is bound to fail.  When the infatuation and dopamine wears off, there is no way he will find happiness in helping maintain a home, living with two teenage daughters, sharing finances in such a situation, or having to tolerate another strong woman's opinions.  There may be a lot of things he hid from me and surprised me with in the end but those go against a core I saw in him through the masks.  And that doesn't even take into consideration that she may be bringing some of her own baggage to the relationship.

He's not actually moving on.  He's just desperate to avoid the work that truly moving on would require.  He's using a woman to hide from his insecurities just as he did with me for as long as he could.

I need to stop comparing myself and my progress to him because (1) we are each unique individuals on our own paths and (2) he will never even be in my league until he does some serious self-reflection and starts taking accountability for his actions.  Whatever temporary highs he may find in the meantime will never match the long term joy I am finding in the life I am carefully building.

So good riddance!  As another commenter on Facebook suggested that I not look at it as if I was left behind but instead as if I have been "catapulted to a better (me) and a better life".