So I woke up Saturday morning to a text from my Florida ex. He apparently got married that morning to his girlfriend in Vegas. Why would I care? And was it a big coincidence that he maybe saw on Facebook that I was getting married next month? Who knows. But why tell me? So I feel bad that he never wanted to marry me? Frankly I could care less. My fiance is the best thing that ever happened to me. He is the most wonderful man and is perfect for me.
My life in Florida seems like a distant dream. Yeah I lived there for six years but it's weird sometimes it doesn't even seem like it was real. I feel sometimes like I took a vacation from life in PA and then came back and all was well with the world again. I don't regret not staying there. I was done with the place long before that. It took that awful breakup to make me leave the state though and go back to where I was comfortable. In the end, I did what I originally planned: go there for school and then move back to the northeast.
I do have to say good luck to the poor girl he married. From what I could deduce from fb she's from Poland and young. He will never be happy with just one woman. He never was. And when she turns 30, good luck to her because he may not stick around long after that. But he always did like the girls from Europe. And he preferred they didn't speak the best English because they could not talk back or question everything. I'm not sure why that is but whatever.
So I returned the text with the only thing to be said: Good luck to you and Congrats.
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