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I WAS THE ONE THAT GOT AWAY.
Men don’t marry who they love, they marry who is in front of them when they are ready.
I ran into my ex a few weeks ago.
I had not seen him in three years. He got married and had two kids. He didn’t change much, he just grew a beard and had patches of white hair on it.
We shared a hug.
He seemed happy to see me and we chatted for a bit. He had moved out of state and was visiting with his family for the holidays.
At the time, we had dated for a year plus and we broke up. Two years later, he got married. I was devastated. I kept wondering where I went wrong and what I did wrong.
It took a while to get over things by burying myself into work and hanging out with people who love me.
“So did you get married or are you seeing someone?” He asked looking at my hands. He was probably checking for a ring.
“Well currently happy and single, there are too many fish out there, gotta catch the best one,” I replied with a smile.
“Nice,’” he replied nodding slowly.
“So how is wifey and the kids?” I asked.
“Family is good, it could have been different,” he replied.
