(Mehe again) Yeah, I know the reason. Still stings when I was there in every way when his dad died, including flying to the funeral and helping him deal with his unbelievably disfunctional and shitty family. When my dad died, I flew home to the little family I had left (who loves my ex still), alone. He dumped me while I was there. Or at least that's when he "had time to think" and made the decision. And hinted at that decision and refused to talk about it.
I think I am allowing myself to be angry, finally, instead of just sad and understanding. Three months. I just needed three months of knowing he had my back like I had his.
I'll get back to understanding and compassionate and infinitely forgiving again. But not this week. :sorry: