I was with somebody for a year, tender age of 18, all my friends were dating his friends, he told me he needed a "break" so for a week we had space, he decided he wanted me back, but then changed his mind, and instead of being man enough to tell me face to face, he avoided my calls & eventually his friend said over the phone he didn't want to see me anymore.
Somehow it ended up being my fault, my friends took his side, even when he started seeing somebody else. My friends refused to talk to me.
Not very nice experience.
Anyway, I rallied myself. Wondered why I wanted to be with somebody who would treat me that way, and why would I want to be with such fickle friends. I went out with other friends, danced on table tops, watched a football matches in a sports bar, jumping up and down with strange blokes when our team scored, cheering and getting showered with larger (great hair afterwards!). I had the best time of my life.
I met somebody else, we were friends for a while and it gradually grew. Ex b/friend used to turn up at the pub to have a nosey at what was going on, by that point, I was soooo over it.
I married the new b/friend, we have been together for 8 years, married since 04, got a nearly three year old.
If first b/friend hadn't been a wanker and stayed with me, I would not have such a wonderful daughter right now, I wouldn't be the same person as I am right now. I would not know what it is like to have great sex given the improvment from ex to dh (sorry, cheap shot).
First b/friend wrote to me when I was about a year in with relationship with now husband. Saying he drove down my parents road on the off chance he'd see me, missed me, blah, blah, blah, whatever.