Between the ages of 29 and 33, I was in a relationship with a kind, attractive man who doted on me and made it clear that he’d like to marry me.
I loved him, but didn’t feel ready, and when I was offered a job in LA I accepted. A year later I ended it. Fast-forward four years: I’m moving back to the UK and can’t stop thinking about him. He’s now married.
Mutual friends tell me that he married her to get over me. Everything tells me I should respect his new life, but a bit of me keeps thinking, what if he still thinks of me, too? — RegretfulRegret is terribly hard because it is about ships that have sailed, milk that is spilt, horses that have bolted.
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