My ex-partner, and dad to my two sons died a few months before COVID. We had been separated for years but had remained close and co-parented successfully. While we were together, he got us into loads of debt, which I was oblivious to, and, when our boys were aged four and one respectively, and someone from the mortgage company called round after we'd both got back from work, to explain that our mortgage hadn't been paid for four months (which was news to me) I went upstairs to our bedroom, where our baby was lying on the bed, and told my partner that this woman was at our door, and he threw himself out of our bedroom window in front of me. I had no idea about any of this, it turned out he was in loads of debt. He ended up in a coma for around two months, and I supported him for the sake of our sons (and I still loved him). We separated, and remained friends, supporting our little boys. The trauma of seeing someone pitch out of a window, in a situation you had no inkling of, with your little baby on the bed, was traumatic. My ex then died in October 2019. My family have never, ever, recognised what I've been through. My three siblings all married, hiding behind the protection of their spouses. I am so angry. I am a nice, intelligent person, who has raised our boys successfully, but when my ex died my younger sister (who hasn't worked for 25 years, sponging off her husband, who wasn't rich) didn't so much as text me. How can I move on?