I once read something like this: "if you ever have to choose between me and the world, remember that if you choose the world, you'll loose me; but if you choose me, I'll give you the world".
I have never forgotten this. And now it applies.
I know that between me and the world, he chooses the world. Não o censuro. I don't blame him. It hurts quite a lot. But I accept the choice. It means something. I can take my own conclusions. They hurt. But it's not his fault, and it is not my fault. It's just like things are. It's just like the feelings are. I can't change his feelings, he can't change mine. But I can change mine.
Não mandamos no que os outros sentem ou pensam.
And the world keeps moving.