Namechanged (yawn) as this makes me sooo identifiable to friends and family.
My ExP's mother has died. She was a really really lovely lady. I thought a great deal of her.
I was with my ExP for 11 years. We split a long time ago- about 8 years. It wasn't a nice split, neither my Ex, the OW or myself behaved particularly well. He has since got married (to the OW), The split was initially incredibly difficult for me and nearly pushed me over the edge, probably because he was my first boyfriend,we were together for a long time, and I was naive . However, after some time I realised we were not suited, it was for the best and I managed to move on. I genuinely wish him and his wife well, and I am very happily married with 2 (mostly) delightful DCs.
My relationship with the Ex is fine, we are friendly if we see each other and have called each other at key milestones (marriage, kids etc) to pass on our best wishes.
I was totally shocked that his mother's death shook me so badly. She was like a mother to me during a time in my life when my own mother had a lot of problems including an alcohol and drug habit. I am devastated and cannot get my head around someone so lovely and full of life has gone. I know death comes to us all so this is a strange way to feel. It has been hard to explain how I feel to friends and family as they all seem to think that as I am over the Ex, I should not be so sad about the death of him DM.
I do realise this is all a bit self indulgent and that of course my Ex and his family have a million times more right and reason to be grieving. I know that at a time like this is is their feelings and wishes that must come first.
However, I feel very strongly that I would like to go to the funeral. To say goodbye, pay my respects and be there as someone who thought a great deal of her. I was planning to sit at the back, keep myself to myself (ie not be unfriendly but be in the background if possible) and not attend the wake.
I have seen my Ex and his family many times over the years and everyone has been friendly. His parents always made the effort to catch up at when we saw each other when out and about. So I didn't think it would be a problem for me to attend. I sought the opinion of a few close friends and they all said they thought it would be fine to go.
However, my work colleagues have told me today that they think it is totally inappropriate and I am now in a muddle. The thought of not going makes me feel very very sad but this is not about me is it?
Sorry for the epic post- AIBU to want to go?