Anyway, I looked like hell at the funeral home, made an ass out of myself, and was pretty much inconsolable - so XMIL took me outside to have a talk. Until a few days ago, I'd pretty much been mad (livid) at her since then.
Here's what I heard then:
XMIL: Mr. A was living with us until a few weeks ago. Now I don't know where he's gone. He won't tell me, but you should move on. I think he's trying to meet someone, so you should too. You have to let this go. You guys will both meet someone new, and you'll both be better off.
Me: I really want to get back with him. Please encourage him to save our marriage!
XMIL: Well I guess it's a good thing that he hasn't sought legal counsel.
Me: Promise me that you won't help him divorce me!
