My soon-to-be-ex dumped me in a fairly awful way last year when I was extremely sick with a life threatening medical disorder that had gone undiagnosed for years. She met someone online while I was still in our home, and started a social media-based relationship, oblivious to the fact that this was mostly public. When I figured it out I'd "invaded her privacy". This breakup was not only personal relationship but professional; she decided to move to the other side of the country, and we'd just signed a lease for our business and that ended up being quite expensive to terminate. We were still married.
I moved to another state alone last spring, got medical treatment alone, started my life over, made friends and started occasionally going out, though I did not pursue anything serious. I returned home for business in mid summer, and like an idiot I briefly reconciled with her. She asked for time to consider the relationship. This was two weeks after she consummated her relationship with the obese, walleyed, gender-confused young person she was "in love" with. Nevertheless, I agreed.
I returned to my city and went on with my life, though I stopped dating. Various dramatic phone discussions ensued. She came to visit me in the fall twice and both times discussed moving to my city, which I didn't know what to think about. In between and after these visits, she became irrationally angry with me and declared she could never be on the same coast with me, much less move here.
So that is where it was left until Thanksgiving, when she announced she was not only moving here, she had rented (sight unseen) an apartment six blocks from me the following week. I scrambled to get ready for her, let her stay with me for two weeks after she arrived, drove her all over town getting her place set up, took her to all my favorite places, and did my best to make a nice holiday for her.
But what I did not do was to introduce her to all my friends here, primarily because I was spending all my time with her and they were busy. This was an unforgivable sin. We went to counseling; she stopped attending after five sessions. She then filed for divorce two weeks ago because we had an argument about the fact that I had not introduced her to all my friends. (I don't have huge numbers of friends, and they are quite busy, I hardly see them, and the people I've known for years who live here are unimpressed by her.)
So this past week she attended this training (not a cult, but close) that she returned from and told me she "forgives me". She has basically cut off contact except to harass me about our final business tax return.
Oh, and she hasn't really worked in about a year. She's living on the proceeds of the sale of her house, which are almost gone, and she has no real employment prospects except a couple of businesses she plans to try. I have several sources of income.
What do I do? Yes, she's a vampire and horrendous to deal with, but I do still love her. And it's like she moved her and squatted in my life just so she could fuck me over again. So why am I so sad about it?