Two ghosts from my distant past get married.
About 10 years ago, I was engaged to a woman in Cincinnati. She was my first love, the first woman I'd had sex with, the first of a lot of things. I'd even moved from Boston to Cinci to be with her. When I failed to find work in Cincinnati, I enlisted in the USAF and left for training in (and eventual posting to) San Antonio.
That's apparently when she started cheating on me-- with perhaps the best friend I had from Boston University.
I didn't find out for about a year, IIRC. And we tried to 'work it out,' whatever the fuck that means, for another year after that. Eventually I cut it off completely, we exchanged personal property, she moved in with Tom in Boston, and that was that. A year later I'd met my wife and we were getting married. I haven't heard from either of them since.
I just found out today (through the website of a mutual friend I haven't talked to in ages) that they got married back in April, after 8 years of living together.
Can you say mixed feelings? My initial reaction was 'about damn time.' My second reaction was 'I'm happy for them.' My third reaction was 'That bitch. That bastard. Fuck 'em both.'
Obviously I haven't fully closed the issue. I essentially abandoned that part of my life after we ended things. Knowing that they'd finally tied the knot just stirs up a lot of emotions I'd thought dead and long since buried. So now here I am, 33 years old, happily married with a family, and I find myself devising ways to bring mystical destruction on an old girlfriend and her husband from two thousand miles and ten years away.
I would have been happier not knowing.