I will get round to blogging about the gay vs straight internet dating challenge I partook in at the weekend however I have bigger news! I was so happy to hear this news I exploded all over Twitter and Whatsapp!
Our old friend Karma has finally done me a favour.
I have been single for 6 years after my fiancé sat on the end of our bed one night and announced ‘I just don’t love you enough to do this any more’. I then found out it was because he was banging someone else. He called me at work 5 days later to tell me in case I found out from anyone else. I was barely keeping it together as it was but that sent me over the edge.
Since then I have worked hard to discover myself again. Over the seven years we were together the fun, vibrant, cheeky girl within me shriveled and died when she was slowly chipped away at. I gained 5 stone in that relationship, was rarely allowed out alone and in hindsight should have seen the words ‘guilty’ stamped across his forehead. He proposed in a pub car park of a place I didn’t like and I knew deep down I didn’t want to be there. But I was too scared of life without someone that I went along with it. My friends hated him and drifted away. My parents weren’t fans but put up with him to save my upset. When he left I put myself out there, lost 4 stone, rediscovered my best friends, bought my own flat and moved to the Middle East to fulfill a dream of working abroad (something he said years before was stupid).
I found happy again. Lonely sometimes, but happy. But when his birthday rolled around he popped in to my head. So I did a bit of nosing around.
He’d moved away with the girl he left me for. They bought a house. They had a dog. And I always knew I’d see wedding pictures one day.
But the wedding pictures didn’t materialize. Because despite buying the ring, it never happened. You see he’s found out she cheated on him with an unattractive ginger bloke. They still have to live together whilst they sell the house and she’s still with the ginger. Apparently his heart break is being consoled by a stream of POF dates and even an extra marital affairs website.
There is no part of me that looks back and feels sorry for him. In fact I could not care less that he’s ‘back on the market’. What I do feel is absolutely, 100% ecstatic.
You see boys and girls. What goes around comes around. You left me high and dry for an ugly, horse-faced boring homebody and she’s now bumping uglies with a ginger in the room next to yours. I however spent the weekend in Dubai chatting up Scottish rugby players.