I feel the same way about mine—one day, he was the man I’d known and loved for my entire adult life, my best friend, and the next, he had seemingly no interest in talking to me again, as if it was/is no big deal to essentially cut me out of his life. It’s taken me months to begin to accept this new version of him. Begin to. It’s scary and sad some days how numb I feel toward him because of the wall he’s put up between us. It’s a challenge to not buy completely into his vision of our M and to remind myself there was love; I’m not making the last 16 years up to make myself feel better.
In some ways, grieving a death would feel more natural, concrete, permanent. This is a weird kind of grief, one that I don’t think people understand unless they’ve experienced it. Sending hugs.
