It was a terrible time for me, and I'm sure my husband noticed my distress. Growing up, he had experienced a lack of love, safety, and security due to his parents. He always told me no one loved him like I did. It was true. Then I divorced him, so I was the ultimate betrayer. My family seemed to know something about him, but I didn't. I believe my oldest daughter told them my ex abused them (My three daughters are from my first marriage). I assured them it was a lie, but they didn't believe it, so they thought I was staying with a guy who abused my kids. Even when the girls loved him, he coached their softball teams and did countless things for them. When my mom died in 2020, he helped and did all kinds of things to clean up after that mess. Then, at the funeral, all my siblings ignored him. I felt horrible, and he just left, but he stayed with me. Now, my sister is having a cookout and specifically asked me to invite Jon, who they barely know. It's such a rude change. If my ex and I had gotten back together, my family would still reject and I'd be going to family stuff alone. After writing this, I can't blame him for leaving us all. Regardless of how we loved him, I felt a deep sense of loss and betrayal.