When my dad died, my now ex boyfriend said “what about me? Have they (my family) asked how I’m feeling?”
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I said no, why would they? (We’d been together about two years, they didn’t like him)
then I told him not to come to the funeral, I didn’t want him there (can’t think why 🤔)
he said he wanted to go, that he should be in the family car following the hearse.
I said no. He said “but that’s not fair! I’m family!” I said no you’re not.
and the absolute potato turned up anyway, and just stared at me from a short distance away. He even brought his bloody camera with him. At the wake, he had jumped into a mutual friend’s car as she was pulling out of the parking space and told her she didn’t mind giving him a lift as she was going there anyway. She knew I didn’t want him there, but he refused to get out.
at the wake, he approached me, didn’t ask how I was, just said he wanted to be there to support me, that I needed him, and noticed that my ex husband was there. They spent the rest of the wake staring at each other, and sulking, making it all about them.
I told boyfriend to go home, I don’t want him there, and to stay away from me.
ex husband said he was hurt that boyfriend was there, and was sulking in the corridor with our daughter.
so, I said to both of them, my dad died. This isn’t about you right now.
at the end, family got into a minibus to go to a restaurant, I asked my brother in law to make sure boyfriend didn’t get on board. I didn’t say goodbye, just left. As we pulled off, he was hurrying after the bus and looking annoyed, and I told the driver not to stop, just go as I didn’t want him there.
he kept calling me over and over again, but I ignored him.
I called him either on the day, or the day after, and broke up with him. He wouldn’t accept it. His mum said it was the shock of losing my dad…
he said but I’m the best you’ll have…
there’s more, but I ended up moving house as he stalked my mum and I for several months.