For the past eighteen months my ex husband has been dying of cancer and he finally passed away this Friday, the 23rd, in a hospice. We were divorced over 25 years ago but had remained on reasonable terms. When he was diagnosed he needed my help and I have done my best to help him through all the cancer treatments etc. It has been gruelling, but I have no regrets about helping him even when he got stroppy with me (I don't blame him; I'm sure I will get stroppy when I am dying). My problem is that I feel such conflicting emotions and am having trouble dealing with them. Mainly sorrow and pity, of course, and some affection.
But, he was a miserable husband to me, and I know for absolutely certain that there was no way that he would stand by me if I was the one that was dying. I feel such sadness, but such resentment. And I am just plain tired, it has been such hard work.
I just needed to offload this to someone outside my family. They have been marvellous and are pleased that I helped him, but it has been difficult to tell them the truth about my resentment.
Angela Rayner lashes out and calls Sunak “pint sized loser”.