When I was 15 and 16, I was madly in love with this guy. You could say our families didn't like each other, and we ran away together for months and months at a time. In some ways, he was my first husband.
I'm married now to someone else, and we have 3 kids.
(I guess the real reason my ex is my ex is because he finally gave up on me, when I tried to do right by my family) he stopped trying to be a part of my life. And then when we became adults, we just didn't hear anything from one another and both moved on- marrying different people, and having kids)
But every now and then, usually in the Fall, I would think about my ex, and sometimes I would feel so strongly that I may even still love him...and there were so many unanswered questions.
It got to such a point that I actually contacted him, because I was tired of wondering. I actually talked to him!
Once I felt peace about it, and I felt closure had taken place, I found out that he didn't want there to be an "end" or a "goodbye" and I tried explaining that if things were different, but they aren't...and what is healthiest (because of our different paths) obviously would be to just say goodbye and know that , yes we shared something special, but it wasn't possible to keep just being friends...for special reasons in addition to tempation.
He got very upset. He wrote me a hateful email. I wrote him a hateful email. My husband (who I have kept in the loop as much as I dare to) doesn't want me to ever contact him again, and I know that's what is best.
So, here I sit- just feeling like a boob for ever looking him up. Maybe continuing to wonder about him would have been better than this?
His fiance even called me, probably to cuss me out- but she just hung up instead.
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