While I was on Facebook this weekend, I saw a very brief update from a guy I used to know (read: “actually dated”). In his update, he cheekily changed his profile status to “married”.
And yes, this was followed up with additional posts about a small ceremony, thanks for those in attendance, etc. And all the while I’m thinking another ex got married??
To date, four different exes of mine have either gotten married and/or forged a life partnership (3 have had full-on weddings). And these bonds are not just with someone they eventually met— oh no. They all found the loves of their lives immediately after breaking up with me.
What. The hell.
It’s not like I have hundreds of ex boyfriends out there so that four is a relatively small percentage. No, I only have a few exes, and the only ones I barely keep up with are all getting (or have gotten) hitched.
What am I, some sort of dating “rite of passage”? They date me, figure out everything they don’t want, have an epiphany, and then move on to magically find Mr. Right?
I guess my dating life can best be chalked up as some sort of relationship “cautionary tale”.
I look back at each of the exes in question and all four of the guys were nice. All were good guys, there was no abuse, and sex was good, etc. But there was always something there in each that wasn’t quite going to work, which is why the relationships ended.
And while I’m happy that each of them has found wuv tuhwoo wuv, I’m also a tad bitter. How could I not be? I mean, something is obviously wrong here, and it doesn’t seem to be related to them.
Nobody likes to be the “dodged bullet”.