During this time my mother died suddenly and I ended up trauma-bonded to this guy who saw me farewell my mother in 3 days until she passed away. With all my grief and guilt coupled with the break down of our relationshi, I had had enough and decided to move back home. The icing on the cake was discovering that my ex had been having one hell of an emotional affair with the nurse I mentioned earlier. While I looked after his dogs, his house etc he had been to stay at her place on 2 occasions (back in the region I came from) but told me her grown daughter was also there and “nothing happened”.
So I left that relationship, thought I’d moved on with someone else, moved to another town. But when that ended I still felt the pull of my previous relationship. So…against my better judgement, made contact. This was 3 years after I had seen him and he was ending a relationship as well. So he said all the right things, cried, said he had changed and never thought he’d be lucky enough to hear from me again.