I saw my ex-husband today for the first time since shortly after our divorce was final 6 years ago. We live in the same relatively small town, but never see each other.
The last time I saw him, I weighed 180 and wore a size 14 (I'm 5'7"). Now I weigh 130 and wear a size 8.
Running shoes: $120.
Various running attire: $300.
Running into your ex and looking better than the slut he dumped you for: F***ING PRICELESS.
Ivylass, he don’t look too good. But, I’m a little biased. He appears to have put on 30 lbs or so, and his red hair is going grey. And he’s got more wrinkles than I do, even though he’s younger.
My ex remained unmarried for 16 years after our divorce. I thought I’d ruined him on marriage for life! Last year he married a much older version of someone who looks like me :eek: I’ve only seen him 2-3 times since his re-marriage, and I swear he now looks as old as she does!
I’d like to know why this guy is such a bastard. If he just dumped you becuase his penis told him to, then good for ya. But if he dumped you for mutual problems on both sides of the fence… for shame… for shame…
On a vaguely related note, a few years ago (when I was thinner than I am now) I saw an old school friend who loved to rub it in about how fat I was compared to her. When I last saw her, she had the hugest ASS. At the time, I was not too fat and had a relatively balanced figure (didn’t have a huge ass). I recognized the irony immediately.
I feel kinda bad because she was a kid when she rubbed her thinness to me, and maybe now that she’s an adult she’s learned to behave better. But it just goes to show you, never rub in your apparent “superiority” to someone who seems “worse off” than you. Later on, you may end up with a HUGE ASS and they’ll have lost their weight and won’t have a HUGE ASS.
Well, you got to pro-rate that out over six months or so, running a couple times a week, it’s actually about $10 a run. After that, it’s free until you have to replace something.
Slainte- yup, he left me for another. He’s still with her, and I’ve remarried, so it worked out- but it was still very, very hurtful at the time, and the fact taht I’m embarrasingly gleeful over this latest chance meeting probably indicates that I have issues. Oh, well, at least I’m having them in size 8 jeans.