ExH and I were married for 25yrs, he left me, out of the blue, for the much younger thinner OW he met at work. They now have one DC, married about 12yrs now I think. We managed to re-establish a good co-parenting relationship and are friendly enough to be at the same family events, weddings etc. I worked fucking hard to make that happen and never bad mouthed either of them to the DC (who were teens) even though their Stepmother was not the most welcoming of people to them.
I just heard the other day that they have separated and are getting divorced, I knew the relationship was volatile - I assumed that's what he wanted rather than stable, boring, old me. Maybe not.
I didn't do the "pick me" dance, I have more self respect than to want to be with someone who doesn't want to be with me, so I went into practical mode re. divorce, division of assets etc. Kept things as stable as I could for the DC.
What's shocked me is how upset I am about hearing about his divorce, I keep bursting into tears FFS, and I'm not a crier. I thought I'd moved on, I had my career (which I loved), DC now launched into the world of work, happy retirement, friends, hobbies, a good life, not at all interested in finding another relationship.
It's like I'm back there again - when he told me he wanted a divorce - emotions all over the place - I wish I could just be angry with him for throwing our family life away for something that didn't last, maybe that's part of it, but right now I'm just back in the middle of the grief - and I hate it.