I'm here!
Rising, I understand that desire to know something of what is going on in their lives. Contact gives us snippets, which we then run with and keep is cycling for weeks. I was one of worst of these. I wanted to keep the contact. I feared that lack of contact meant the end. Maybe it does, I don't know. But I've just recently reached a point where I couldn't stand the cycling any more. I can't keep hoping and hurting, hoping and hurting....
For me right now, I'm better not hearing from him, about him, not seeing him, not having S see him (not that I would stop him), just better off with nothing, as if he no longer exists.
It's hard with a vanisher, we get no crumbs and that's really hard. Not to make light of the clingers, they're right pains, but for me, I would rather have some crumbs.