On Sunday I got a facebook msg telling me to check out the ’25 things’ my ex had written. The ex who I had been with for near enough 8 years, who, for a time at least I thought was my forever, and who, although I know is totally not right for me, I will probably think of for a long time.
There are a lot of reasons we split up, not because we didn’t love each other, but because we couldn’t live together.
And then yesterday I find out he was going to propose to me.
I wouldn’t have said yes. At one time maybe I would have. But not by the time he would have done it. By that time I knew he couldn’t have been forever, but it still makes you wonder doesn’t it.
And what makes it worse, is that I read this news whilst sat on the sofa next to the guy I’ve started seeing, who’d spent the previous evening cooking me a gorgeous meal, and has treated me so wonderfully for the last 2 months, I felt guilty for just reading the page.