End of story.

Went to talk to him today.  It took a long time to get to the point.  Lots of silence. He said i stifled him.  I cried (and cried) and went home.  He showed me to the door and tried to hug me and whispered, "I still love you." I said, "Don't say that" and slipped out the door.
Fuck.
If that was his intention, he could have saved me the trip out there.
Wish I'd had the balls to do it first.