Today, the sale of the house that I lived in with my ex was finally completed, funds transferred, 50/50.
This past month or so, I've spoken a couple of times and met up with the ex to sign paperwork relating to the sale. The first time I met up with him was weird as I hadn't seen him in 2 years.
He's leaving the country with his money, going to work abroad. He called asking if we could meet up before he goes but I wasn't sure I wanted to so I didn't change my plans.
I wished him all the best but didn't say what I really wanted to say because I could feel myself filling up a bit. I had loved him and we were together for over 14 years - you can't just wipe this from memory. He said that he still thought a lot of me (or words to that effect) - the feeling is mutual.
Thus ends a chapter of my life, with some sense of relief that I finally have some closure but also with a hint of sadness.