So, yeah. The title is pretty self-explanatory. But let’s start off with painting the picture of my ex. Usually people are like– okay, should I give this story any value? Like is this an ex that was just a fling, or was it like something serious. Unfortunately, it was something serious. Like, serious: I-had-his-kid-and-he-wanted-to-marry me-but-then-I-lost-the-baby-serious. Like, serious: I-was-with him-when-his-mom-died-from-a-guy-who-was-having-seizures-while-driving-and-then-killed-her-in-a-parking-lot-serious. I met my ex in high school. It’s all karma really, because I cheated on my high school boyfriend at the time with him. And then in college, he cheated on his then college gf with me. And then I graduated college and we attempted to be a faithful and monogamous couple for 4-5 years. I don’t know if you’re doing the math, but basically we had been “fucking around” with each other for the last 11 years. In conclusion: this story is of value…. I mean, my ex was essentially the love of my adolescent life… He is/was my best friend. And you know what that means. I mean the phrase “love of my life” is mostly used when you’re in your late 20’s anyways, so right now I feel like he was the love of my life.
And he is now married.
To someone else.
And, this someone else is having his baby in less than 4 months.
My heart is broken. I don’t know if I can trust again or love again. Everything seems very unclear at this point. I always hoped that after this med school fiasco I chased after was over, we would reunite, and baby makes 3, and everything would be perfect. Ha. Fate always has a way to show you that you can’t get everything you want. And life is so far from perfect.