So I got a call from my mother a little bit ago. She called my ex's best friend to get an update about Ken (my ex). She spoke to Julie who is the wife of said friend. Well she found out that Ken had a heart attack last week. This info has me conflicted.
I spent 10 years with Ken. I both lost and gained a lot by being with him. We did not end well. His fault. Really. But 10 years is a long time and I can't help but feel concerned. At the same time, it might have been best to have him put out of his misery.