Found out last night that my ex - we split in early 2013 after getting engaged at Xmas 2012 - got married. Not even recently. In mid 2014, so a little over a year after we broke up.
He was a lying, cheating, thieving, selfish scumbag. He dumped me by phone while he was working away, the cowardly shit, 3 days before I was due to start a new job, which meant I had to not only cope with the demands of the new job but also move house at the same time.
While I was in training for the new job, which entailed staying out of town during the week, he logged into my email account and deleted a string of emails between us showing that I had lent him £3.5k to buy a car and where he had agreed to pay it back.
He told me the reason for the split was that he wanted to move to London and I didn't. Of course it transpired he was actually moving straight in with another woman - the mother of his two oldest children.
Up until last night I believed they had split up and I was okay with that because it felt like he hadn't "got away with it" if you know what I mean?
Now I find out he married her and I have a really bitter taste in my mouth.
Why do I give a shit? He is a scumbag and I'm better off without him. But have spent most of the night tossing and turning with a combination of anger and anxiety. And now I've got a long train journey and two days away from home for work. Argh. 