I didn't know mine had got married till months later, as we weren't in touch. It was when I called his mother to try and get him to see our son, that she let it slip. I felt a bit stunned, but then I knew he'd been living with someone else for a while, so I suppose it made sense.
I wrote it down, starkly, and kept that bit of paper lying around, and every time I saw it I would get that yukky painful feeling but then I decided it wasn't helping so I chucked it.
Still not used to it now, it's been a year or two.
BUT...I decided to go to their house as it was Ds's Christmas play, to invite his dad - and she was there, and she wasn't very nice, so I kind of felt better then.
Had she been the sort of woman I would have wanted to be, it would have been horrific, because I never understood why he left (it was pretty sudden) but seeing that she was a beeatch, when I ahd already heard similar from other sources, was reassuring in a way.
It made me feel like I wasn't missing much if he liked that kind of person, enough to marry her. It made me lose even more respect for him, for being weak enough to stay with someone I'd heard was cruel to his other children. And finally it made me glad I hadn't let him take a 1yo Ds away from me to spend time with her, (which he tried to lie about) and that Ds hadn't been subjected to her alleged cruelty as well.
It showed me I'd turned a corcer as well, because when I went there I was looking like crap, messy hair, mumsy clothes, the works - and I didn't actually care that he was looking at me thinking 'ha ha, she looks awful' because my priority isn't wearing a mini skirt for him any more, it is looking after my children.
Moment of triumph
You'll get there, it might take a very long time, but you will xx