I was minding my own business, killing time on Facebook, looking back at old photos I had uploaded. And, there it was: the comment on one of the photos that would lead me to the information that my ex was now married. It’s like the six degrees of separation of Facebook;
- I uploaded a picture
- His sister commented on it three years ago
- I see it again now
- I click on it and get taken to her page
- On her page is the “People she’s friend’s with”
- Where I see the profile pic of my ex’s new gf…excuse me…wife. From their wedding.
The dangers of being on the internet.
Despite the fact that I am now in a happy and healthy relationship and I know that I am better off without Ex, I can’t help but catch my breath at this news. From talking to friends, it seems I’m not the only one and that this reaction is pretty normal. What is it about women that we are so affected by people we can’t stand anymore getting married to someone else???
Ex treated me badly; he had/has a drug problem; he’s quite possibly clinically insane. And I don’t say these things because I dislike him now. In fact, despite all of these facts, despite all of the horrible things Ex had said and done to me, I was recently still there for him when he needed advice or someone to talk to during his low moments. Yes, I’m a sucker. Or a good person. However you want to look at it. But, the facts remain that Ex comes with constant drama, insecurity and instability.
Still, Ex and I had been engaged at one point. We had talked about and started to plan a future together. And it blew up like an atom bomb. And now, three short years later and two short relationships later on his end, he’s married to one of them. He pledged his undying love and devotion to someone, something he couldn’t follow through with and do for me. Despite the fact that I know I am better off and I am so thankful for what I have now, I can’t help but be bitter at this news and think “What’s she have that I don’t?” This is why men think all women are crazy. I don’t want him. But I don’t want him to be happy either.
Truth be told, I don’t think he is. I don’t think he has the capacity to love unselfishly and to truly let go and be happy. But I suppose, a part of me wanted him to be alone and miserable for the rest of his life. Well, I suppose one out of two ain’t bad.
“These are the words of a woman scorned Hell hath no fury and I still feel burned If time is a healer then give me a day” ~ Woman Scorned, Saint Saviour