I had lots of explanations. None of which made any sense.
Explanation 1: A week after he left, made by telephone call was that he could not live with me because was awful. He made a list of grievances, none of which he had so much as hinted at before and some of which were totally fucking bizarre (I left my shoes in his way, he did not like my Mum)
During that explanation he spat it out at me with the most pure and virulent hatred I have ever experienced. It was like "you actually expect me to LOVE you?????" He was sneering at me. I felt like it was a horor film.
Explanation 2: Three months after he left. He was depressed, suferring from mental illness and did not know his own mind. He retracted most things he'd said previously but just said he could not cope with life / my DC and needed to be alone.
Explanation 3: We had a wonderful marriage, he loved me very much and wanted to be with me but had to admit he had never been ready to take on DC.
Explanation 4: He had never loved me the way he thought he did, and he was sorry, he had believed it all the times he had said it.
I honestly don't think he fucking knows.
He's still completely depressed. A shell of a human being, and he never went back to who he was. He's a diferrent person. Never smiles or laughs.
I think he went completely nuts to be honest.
But I could try here to describe to you how hateful he was to me and it would be hard. I mean...he acted like I was an awful person and deserved it. He took my weakest points and biggest insecurities that he'd told me he loved about me and used them as reasons not t love me. He paraded that he was looking forward to "fucking someone younger". He laughed when I was crying.
It was a horror film. Like a complete psycho.
And before all that he was honestly the nicest person I knew. Mr Nice Guy