I am still in love with my ex. He was a dick though...so why do I care? I think the problem is I want to blame him but then I wonder if I was a knob end too.
It is sometimes hard to untangle who was a knob to who.
Also I felt there was so many positives for us: fancied the pants of each other, he said the best sex he'd ever had, similar interests, very passionate but emotionally charged. I think emotional abuse on both sides. We were hanging out as a family so it hurts that it's all gone. His son misses my dd etc. one silly row and poof...he's gone.
Apparently I am like his mum( who is lovely) but still. Why isn't love enough?