Thanks for all of your messages and PMs. You're brilliant.
I have heard from him, he sent me a message confirming the Relate appointment and asking if I was okay.
I sent this back:
^I am not okay. I am devastated. I am really struggling to understand what is happening.
I don't think that I can wait until Thursday to talk or get some answers. I have been trying to imagine the reasons for this, and I keep coming back to the idea that you want out, you don't want to marry me, and this is your "reason". You have withdrawn from me since Scotland, which makes me think you met someone else, or the time apart made you realise you want out. Either way, to do this four weeks before the wedding suggests to me that you are looking for a route out.
It's a very cruel way to end things and I am really struggling with the fact that you walked past me while I was sobbing and were just calmly working when I came back as though nothing had happened, whereas I was shaking so badly I couldn't write on the whiteboard. That together with your coldness to me since Scotland makes me feel you don't love me anymore. Feelings change and you are entitled to end things for that reason. But the way you are treating me is appalling.
I have never cheated on you. I have never so much as kissed anyone else, because I have been in love with you since 2009 and would never risk our relationship. The chlamydia to me is a red herring. I think you just want this to be over, and need a reason other than you've fallen out of love with me.^
He replied:
^I can’t articulate enough that none of this is the case: I haven’t met anyone, I do care about you, and I still love you. But this is something I’ve been struggling with for a long time, and I wish I could deal with it.
Since 2013 it’s been eating me everyday. I’ve become depressed, not just because of it, but it’s played a big part of it. I haven’t written anything meaningful since then, I’ve put on weight. I’m not saying that you did anything but I just wanted to finally talk about it in a way that was going to be constructive. I don’t know what else to say if you can’t wait til Thursday.^
It went on from there and he apologised for hurting me but I still feel so fucking sad and hurt. This magical thinking where Thursday's appointment will make everything better is just bizarre, as is the strange illogic of "I don't think you did anything but".
My Mum took me for a pootle round Clapton. Got our nails done. Had some coffee. Talked about it, didn't talk about it, cried, talked about it again. It's feeling more and more over every second, but I keep getting these awful slivers of hope that he's just lost it and will grovel and it will all magically be fine. I know that's wrong.