I’ve never liked the word disappointment. It somehow feels as if this means someone hasn’t met my expectations… and who am I to have expectations of others?
As time has passed, I’ve made peace with boundaries, with the knowledge that it’s ok to ask others to do things that don’t cross their boundaries or hurt them. That I am well within my rights to, gently, let people know that what they’ve done has hurt me and I’m not willing to take it.
It’s ok for you to be disappointed.