No real reason to post this self-indulgent, dull scenario other than needing to get it off my chest. Not looking for advice or feedback or anything. Am a namechanging regular, and current DP is male just in case anyone suspects I'm one of MNs handful of lesbian regulars.
In my first year of Uni in fell head-over-heels in love with a girl. She was lovely, caring, easy-going, unconventionally beautiful. She had a boyfriend, which didn't really sit right with me, but I obviously accepted it and enjoyed her company and friendship. We were a little flirty, and she once deliberately showed me her profile on a pre-Facebook social network site, where she described herself 'bisexual'. She wasn't open about her sexuality at all, and it seemed she definitely was trying to show me that she was into girls too. We weren't friends on the site, and I didn't use it, but I did visit the page every so often to look at pictures
and noticed that she was starting to describe herself as a 'lesbian' despite still being with the BF.
To cut a long and even more boring story short, she eventually used this site to hook up with a girl with the same name as me and who looked a lot like me, with similar intrests and outlook. To this day I honestly think she thought she was contacting me, and got this girl instead. After about 5 months of being with this girl, she eventually dumped the BF (who I don't think the GF knew about) and the pair of them moved in together, got engaged, got a cat, and lived happily ever after.
Meanwhile, in my boredom, I met DP and we quickly became very involved. I never meant it to be serious, but I ended up pregnant and we fell in love and despite a few bumps along the way, have been very happy. However, in the back of my mind I was always unsure how I would feel if I ever knew the Uni girl was single again. I know this is horrendous, but I'd always felt it should've been me in that relationship and that it was just a weird fluke that it hadn't been. I still think we could've been perfect and do still have feelings for her, and sort of resent the course my life has taken, even though I am happy. Throughout our 6 years together, I've always had this at the back of my mind.
Earlier this week, this exact thing happened. Her GF moved out of their shared home against her own will, and Uni girl is now single. And you know what? I feel nothing. I realise that absolutely adore my wonderful DP and I am just devestated for the poor girl who has been left heartbroked who could so easily have been me. I held DP all night last night, just absorbing him, enjoying him, being so so so grateful for him. I love him with all my heart and wish I'd forgotten about this woman sooner.