Patience so glad you are back in then, that's awful.
Thank you all for the kind words. I didn't go to the doctor in the end, decided to give it a few more days and see if any healing is forthcoming and if not then I will go.
I emailed him again. I just don't care now though, this is about survival and I have to get the things tormenting me about the cruel dumping off my chest before I end up in hospital. After the cold reply last time he phoned and was much nicer and I felt better afterwards having more answers.
It's a year to the day today since I met him, and we should have been picking up my dd from her school trip in the early hours of the morning, celebrating her return as a wonderful new family. Instead I was alone and the him shaped void glared at me the whole time, even my dd picked up on it and knew I wasn't really ok despite the smiles. I can't let the day go unmarked.
I'm hoping what I've just sent is enough of a kick to make him think, think and recognise and stop denying the pain I'm in, and realise how unfair it is that he isn't grieving or feeling the loss in the same way, and face up to the situation he is leaving me in. And if not, then hopefully the start of me beginning moving on. It was a lot stronger in tone and raises very painful issues between us regarding things we went through that made us so close, which I've kept quiet about with him until now thinking it unfair to 'bring out the big guns' but my head won't let me rest til I've got it all out and tried with all my might to make him see something other than the inside of his own anus. If that doesn't work, nothing will.
Urgh. I've had about an hours sleep and feel terrible