Thanks all
Movingforward it had been 7 months.
Basically in a nutshell what's happened re: the birthday pressie conversation is my slow and tortuous humiliation and his total fuckwittery.
I thought he was thinking about stuff, making use of the space to think. I had very eloquently and carefully put my side across, so I presumed he was thinking about what I'd said and I was expecting some sort of answer at some point.
His birthday arrived, and I said I'd like to be doing something nice or getting something but couldn't while I'm still in the dark. Meaning, if everything is going to be ok, then I'd arrange something.
However it became clear we were having two different conversations. He was pleased I was speaking to him, because in his mind I was dumped and appearing to be cool with it.
In my mind, I wasn't fully dumped yet. He had neglected to tell me that bit and obviously just presumed I'd got the idea. I hadn't.
Until we had that conversation and the realisation hit me of the above situation.
Working it out yourself has to officially be the most humiliating way to be dumped ever! FGS. I spent most of yesterday in tears, mostly at the humiliation and frustration of it all rather than the break up itself... if that makes sense
I mailed him last night asking him to come over sometime because we have stuff that needs addressing - my stuff, his stuff, and this October thing that I want moved.
No reply even though I sent that at 7pm so he definitely would have got it.
and I'm guessing I won't be getting a reply today either seeing as his corneas will be making a bid for freedom with the eye surgery.
I am really pissed off and angry. He's always been so sensitive and respectful before, always wanting to speak face to face, I never would have thought he was capable of this.
Anyway I'm ok now. I'm not upset anymore... I just want to tie up the loose ends and move the fuck on.