X is for Xerophobous

For those of you who, like me, do not know what xerophobous means, Merriam-Webster.com says it means "having little capacity to resist drought".

I am not xerophobus. I am like a camel in my ability to resist drought. If a camel and a cactus had a baby, I would be it.
                 
How do I know that I can resist drought? Because I resisted it for days upon days. Ex would do something mean, decide I was mad (even if I didn't know about it), get mad at me for being mad (even though I wasn't) and then not speak to me for days. And I do mean days. The longest he went without speaking to me was 21 days. That's a long time to live with someone who won't acknowledge your presence in the universe.
                         
Ex was good at ignoring me. I would come home and he wouldn't even blink. He would come home and if I felt like getting slapped back down, I would say hello. Nothing. His ability to ignore my presence was admirable. I don't think I would be able to ignore someone so completely and for so long. Especially someone I claimed to love.

So no, I am not xerophobous. I lived with Ex and withstood his silent treatment. I got used to it but it didn't make it any better. Living alone now is so much better than living with someone who hated me. So why do I still miss him?