Certain people are meant for one another;  I am thoroughly convinced of that.   When something happens that causes them to go down different paths, they set themselves up for heartache.
There was a time when I was too shy to stand up for myself, even when I knew I was right.  But, I have learned over the years that if I don't fight for me, no one else will.
That means I may have to say things at times that another may consider  harsh and insensitive.   But what I say will always be the truth.   Sadly,  he doesn't like to hear the truth.
It makes him defensive and angry because it upsets his comfort zone that he has created around himself to insulate himself from what the reality really is. 
When he is thinking more clearly, though, he will come to the realization that everything I have said is absolutely right.
I am not insensitive to his grief, and I emphathize with his pain.  I have known that grief because I too lost something precious because of the lies of a woman who spent all of fifteen minutes interrogating me.
I am determined not to let that woman win.  But I can wait a little longer.  After all, I have already waited a lifetime.