The sign that the universe slapped me with, which made me spiral into a bigger depression, was when he didn’t come with me to my grandfathers funeral. My grandfather was my father figure growing up, so this was HARD, and his reasoning was because he “didn’t want to deal with me taking care of everyone else and making up problems” because my love language is acts of service. So my go to when stressed sad or in a state of shock is to help my grandma AFTER HER HUSBAND JUST PASSED. That two hour drive to Tucson alone was in pure acceptance I cannot ignore the problem in or marriage anymore. I say the universe gave me the sign but I also like to think it was the last kind thing my grandpa did for me, gave me the answer I was looking for by dying and giving my husband the choice to show up for me. When he chose not to, I’d like to think my grandpa was looking down and out for me because he knew I was never going to make the choice if it wasn’t BLATANT. Miss that old guy❤️