While my co-bloggess was off bestowing blessings at her adorable friends' wedding, a lot of other people got hitched. Did you notice? My social media feeds were RIGHT BLOWIN UP with the wedding photos. It was a good date, I guess, hard to forget as an anniversary, a good time of year weather-wise in most parts of the country, etc. etc.
Not one but TWO of my old boyfriends got married on that very day. If we're going to be all Rob Gordon about it, one of them was not on my top-5-desert-island list of breakups. It was Kevin, a sweet, cute, but kinda vague* guy I liked quite a lot but never took terribly seriously. Kevin's had a rough couple of years - his dad passed away unexpectedly just after Kevin got engaged, money's been super tight given his chosen employment in the construction business...so I feel nothing but the warm-fuzzies that Kevin got hitched to a by-all-reports-really-awesome chick on a beautiful day. He deserves that day and a lifetime of happiness just by virtue of being an all-around decent human being who loves his mom and is good to his dogs.
[*Majored in geology, got kicked out the dorms for excessive drunkeness at our local townie college when I knew him. Taught me how to enjoy pot and put salsa in my mac n cheese. Took me on my first and only motorcycle ride. A perfect summer-before-college and summer-after-I-dropped-out-of-college boyfriend. ]
The OTHER wedding of note in my list of lists, though. Hm. It was The Prince. You remember him, right? The entirely dysfunctional relationship that I had to move 400 miles away from to finally, finally, escape? God, he made me so mad in so many ways, and god, how we just simply could not end things. That was mutual. Until I met the FYD and got all domesticated. And you know, MOVED 400 miles away. That part was me.
Of course I never exactly wished him ill. We have a small raft of mutual friends so the Event was not a surprise nor has it been too short a time since we broke up or anything like that. And while I am glad that he found someone who I imagine "understands him" (his most crucial relationship need, and one that I am sorry to report I did not fulfill) - it just feels...weird. Weird. He is my first serious boyfriend to get married.
It feels weird because we haven't been in touch once since our last correspondence (wherein I told him I would not visit NYC for a weekend, because I was getting serious with the FYD). Weird because I am sure he knows that I know that he got married; still a good friend, his brother sent me a sweet message (albeit one that did not mention the Event) two days post-wedding.
Not really sure how to sum this up at all. I don't want to get married now, not really, I didn't imagine the Prince and I would get married, then. It seemed to me he would never get married. So maybe it is the mere fact that he did something that feels so...uncharacteristic? that is so weird? He didn't marry the girlfriend prior to me, the 10-year girlfriend. To switch romantic comedies, maybe it's not that he didn't want to get married, it's that he didn't want to get married to ME. To the first serious girlfriend after ME.
So, readers. Here is a question. I really want to write him an email. Just a very simple acknowledgement of the Event and an offering of best wishes. Nothing to open a correspondence. Doing nothing feels...weird. Should I? Or is that...weird?
Thanks in advance - and may warm rain fall on your wedding day. Or something. Maybe should read that bit again.