Instead, I got an email that said:
"Saturday i've got breakfast with zen - don't know where don't know when then some time sat is the nikka thing - don't know where don't know when and it's direct family only sorry."
Oookkaay! "direct family only".
I thought it was 6 years!
That makes me direct family!
But I decided that it is one of two thing. Either he doesn't love me enough to make a fuss; or the wimp was brow beaten into dumping me.
Both of those things are bloody unattractive.
I deserve better. Even if I'm on my own; I'm tipping I would feel better.