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The original was posted on /r/twoxchromosomes by /u/sharkattacc on 2023-07-28 21:47:02.
A year ago I lost my mum to cancer. At the time, I was seeing someone for about a year, who left abruptly a week after my mum passed away. I found out through social media, because he posted his date on the same day we were supposed to see each other, doing the same activity we had planned to do before my mum passed away.
Three days before she passed, we stopped talking, because I was home, taking care of her and mentally preparing for the end. Then she passed, and he didn’t text, didn’t acknowledge it, didn’t say his condolences. I didn’t think much of it, because I was overwhelmed with what was happening. It was traumatic seeing my closest person die in front of me, and it was traumatic that I had to do all paperwork. I eventually came back home, saw his post and something inside of me just died. I can’t explain it, my entire soul and heart died with my mum, but there was still a piece inside of me that was holding on - that piece died when I saw his post. I texted him that it was a low blow, and blocked him.
During the year, he stalked my tik tok a couple of times a month (we don’t follow each other there). Today I made a stupid mistake by unblocking him and seeing them celebrate a year since their first date, which means that they started dating way sooner than I thought.
It’s so bad it’s funny. I’ve been feeling so bad the past few weeks approaching my mums one anniversary - having a hard time keeping up with my hygiene, not looking like myself, haven’t been outside at all, haven’t talked to anyone but my dad and grandma, and generally eating bad and not getting out of bed. Not in a good place in my life at all both internally and in general. While he is having the time of his life with this girl, going on a vacation, being with his family, and just happy. It’s a low blow. This is not to make this person central in my life but more so I’ve never felt so betrayed in my life. I was only 25.