Yesterday I had something intense happen to me. I received a phone call about the life insurance policy that my X has. The insurance agent was asking me for more information on her death, and how to get in contact with the executor of X's estate. Needless to say, I was thrown into confusion, panic and disbelief. I knew my X had health problems, but I didn't know she had passed. I gave the agent all the information that I still had for my X's estate and immediate family. Then I asked the agent if they had tried to contact my X? I knew that if the claim went through and she had not passed, it would really mess up her income. I don't know why I was still trying to be helpful to her. I guess old habits don't go away.
The agent said that they would try to contact her first.
I immediately email my X. Informing her of everything that just happened and if she could let me know if she was still alive. I have not received anything from her. The agent called me back almost an hour later apologizing for the confusion and that my X was still alive.
My X loves two sayings. One is "Life is always more good than bad." The other is "Teach with love."
Her not even sending me a blank email to let me know that there was a mistake, was neither of those things.
I went into a spiral when I got off work. Reliving all the trauma, abuse and terror that I went through. All the work I have been doing to get over everything, was just gone. It feels like I haven't moved forward at all.
The people who believe all her lies and manipulations are laughing over the mistake. Meanwhile I have become a shattered mess again.
My X almost died (a couple of different times) while I was with her. I had become her full-time care giver. I do not regret helping her through everything. I just wish she would help me do the same. I know that it will never happen. Once she started to improve she became more verbally and emotionally abusive to me. Until she decided I was no longer useful. She left me before she was released from the hospital (by about an hour). She would have left me at the hospital if she had the keys to the car. I had them, so she decided I could take her home. I had to move out very suddenly as well, because she just wanted me gone.
All of that and more came flooding back to me because of a clerical error.
She doesn't even have enough compassion to send me a blank email. I don't know how people see her as a "good person" and me as "her monster". I just want to be able to heal and move forward.