My ex died a week ago, and it hasn’t been easy for me, especially when I don’t know how to mourn him freely without being questioned. He’s not just an ex. We had a daughter together. Though we couldn’t marry, he was such an exceptional dad to our daughter. He sent child support without me asking. He went to the girl’s school to watch her act and also attended PTA meetings when my job schedule didn’t allow it.

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Our girl is currently nine years old, but this guy never relented when it came to supporting her. My husband was cool with it. It’s something we talked about before marriage. We drew the boundaries together and stuck to them, so he was never in our way. If anything, my husband also respected him very well and gave him enough room to play his role as a father.

He was sick for a week. I knew it. He called to tell me when he couldn’t come to pick up the girl: “I’m not doing well lately. I will be at the hospital today, so I can’t come for Daisy.”

The day he was admitted, he called to tell me. When it got worse, his sister called to inform me. I couldn’t visit him. I didn’t know how to do it without going against the same boundaries my husband and I had set. I wanted to go and see him, not out of love but on humanitarian grounds. I couldn’t go until I got the message about his demise.

I couldn’t cry openly, and I couldn’t mourn respectfully. I felt my husband was looking at me, assessing my reaction to the news. I was calm but burning inside. When he asked me if I was going to tell Daisy anytime soon, I shook my head. If I had opened my mouth, I would have cried.

Now everyone I talk to is telling me I can’t mourn him openly because my sorrow would mean disrespect to the happiness my husband is trying to create in our home. Adwoa said, “How would you cry because an ex died? Do you want your husband to look at you from the side of his eyes?”

They say I can’t even attend the funeral because he was an ex—he died to me before his actual death. It was Akos who said I should talk to my husband about it and be honest about my feelings. She said I should think through every step with him, but I don’t know how to do that without tears falling.

I’ve pushed every sadness up my chest, where it can’t fall. Talking about it will let it out easily, and I may look foolish in front of my husband. What do you suggest? Should I listen to Akos? Should I take Adwoa’s advice and pretend it doesn’t hurt? What would you do if you were in my shoes?

—Juliet

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