When An Ex Gets Married…And You're Still Single

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When An Ex Gets Married…And You're Still Single
When an ex-boyfriend got married the author was more upset than she thought she'd be.

I finally had one of those moments when you discover an ex has gotten married and your world momentarily collapses. Facebook was innocently trolling my email address book looking for new users who could become my friends. Martin popped up and when I clicked on his profile picture, I saw him looking mighty fine in a grey tux smooching some babe in a wedding dress. Facebook Decides To Control Your Love Life

Ouch. Yuck. Puke.

Many of my exes have gotten married and the news hasn't ruffled my feathers. Even my ex-husband has a new wife and I feel nothing but joy for him. I've remained buddies with most of the men who've been in my life, especially with the advent of Facebook. All of these guys could get married, father a boat-load of children and be so rapt in domestic bliss that stars shoot from their ears. I'd still be able to offer them a sincere, "yay for you!"

But not this one. Martin was a Dutch guy working on a Masters in political science at a Spanish university. He and I met back in '03 after I'd moved to Madrid from New York. What started out as an expat-gone-wild fling, turned into nearly two years of off-and-on romance, mutually discovered passion and an unearthing of one another's souls. Martin's presence made me re-examine my life, he became a muse and confidante.

I finally had one of those moments when you discover an ex has gotten married and your world momentarily collapses. Facebook was innocently trolling my email address book looking for new users who could become my friends. Martin popped up and when I clicked on his profile picture, I saw him looking mighty fine in a grey tux smooching some babe in a wedding dress. Facebook Decides To Control Your Love Life

Ouch. Yuck. Puke.

Many of my exes have gotten married and the news hasn't ruffled my feathers. Even my ex-husband has a new wife and I feel nothing but joy for him. I've remained buddies with most of the men who've been in my life, especially with the advent of Facebook. All of these guys could get married, father a boat-load of children and be so rapt in domestic bliss that stars shoot from their ears. I'd still be able to offer them a sincere, "yay for you!"

But not this one. Martin was a Dutch guy working on a Masters in political science at a Spanish university. He and I met back in '03 after I'd moved to Madrid from New York. What started out as an expat-gone-wild fling, turned into nearly two years of off-and-on romance, mutually discovered passion and an unearthing of one another's souls. Martin's presence made me re-examine my life, he became a muse and confidante.

But he was also flaky and unsure of himself, and in the end wouldn't be mine. Ultimately, he went back to his Dutch homeland where "real life" awaited him, leaving me bed-ridden with the flu like some heartbroken maiden in a Victorian novel. The men I dated after Martin wondered how I could be so cold, never knowing I'd been seduced and abandoned like a raging Medusa with snakes in her hair. Any man who looked at me could have turned to stone. Broken-Heart Rx: The Internet

I'm not one of those nutty dames who try to destroy the lives of people who've wronged them. I'm mature enough to accept that even men who are unwilling to fulfill my romantic desires can still be friends. I'm forgiving and nice. I trip over my own shoelaces to avoid stepping on ants.

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