Okay, so this isn't a great year for me so far.
In addition to being laid off, breaking my ankle and someone very close to me dying of cancer, now I gotta deal with my ex issues ALL OVER AGAIN. For those of you that don't know, I was seriously dating someone I thought I was gonna marry. She cheated on me with a guy she worked with, and it fucking sucked. But with generous helpings of time and alcohol, I got over it, or so I thought.
For some goddamn fucking reason I can't fathom, a guy I haven't talked to in years decides to email me and tell me that my ex just got married to the GUY SHE FUCKING CHEATED ON ME WITH. Now don't get me wrong, I'm happy with my love life. I'm getting better sex now than I ever did when I was with her, I don't have to deal with any relationship drama, and I never have to deal with awkward dinners with someone else's family (dinners with my own are awkward enough, thank you very much). But you know what? I'm not ashamed to admit that one of the things that got me through the pain was knowing that somehow, she'd fuck up her other relationships, too. I wanted her to fucking suffer, and given how spectacularly she managed to screw up what WE had, I figured she'd manage to do it again.
It's not fucking goddamn fair, she's supposed to be suffering for what she did. She's supposed to suffer like she made me suffer.