I recently found out that my ex got married, and it caught me off guard how much it affected me. The thing is—I’m also married now, to someone who is truly amazing, kind, and emotionally available. I love my husband and I’ve moved on from my ex. But seeing those wedding photos still stirred up something I didn’t expect.
My ex was my first serious relationship. We were long distance, and I always tried to be understanding of his struggles—he was likely on the spectrum (possibly Asperger’s), and had a hard time with communication, eye contact, and expressing himself. English wasn’t his first language either, and he often seemed anxious or uncomfortable. I reassured him constantly that I liked him for who he was, that I didn’t care about grammar or small talk, and that I was just happy to be in his life.
I gave him space when he needed to focus on his PhD, never pressured him to text or call, and I even flew across the country to spend time with him. But after I got back from that visit, he completely stopped initiating contact. He would only respond if I reached out first. When I finally brought it up and said I was hurt, he told me I “think the world revolves around me.” The next day, he told me via text that we weren’t compatible and I should find someone else.
What hurt even more was that he later told mutual friends he ended things because he wanted to move back to his home country—and that our future plans didn’t align. But that was never the issue. I would’ve followed him anywhere if we had communicated openly and made a plan together.
It’s been two years. I healed. I met someone new and found a healthy, stable love. But there’s still this quiet ache. Not because I miss him—but because I never got closure. No apology, no acknowledgment of how hard I tried or how much I cared. I was so patient, so understanding. I gave him my best. And he just… disappeared.
I guess seeing him move on, get married, and live his life without ever circling back to say, “Hey, I’m sorry for how I handled things,” really brought that pain to the surface again. It makes me feel foolish for caring at all.
Anyway, I needed to get that off my chest. I wish him well, truly—but I also wish he had understood how deeply I loved him, even if he couldn’t love me the same way in return. He married someone he met in his hometown only after a few months of knowing her. Could it be possible it is just to conform to social norms?