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My worst ever break up was with a guy I met through match.com then I met my husband through match.com right after! The dumper actually emailed me a little over a year later a couple of days before I got married.

For eight years I thought about my ex-boyfriend everyday. I would fantasize about a life together. I would image what I would be wearing when we met again, I dreamt about him. When he had girlfriends I would pray that the relationships would end. When he got married I prayed for them to divorce. I kept in contact with his mother and sent her yearly updates of my life. Partly because I cared about her but mostly because I cared about him. I got married and didn't stop thinking and dreaming about him, I just didn't do it as often. His mother died and I broke down and cried uncontrolably. From those tears I realized that my infactuation for him what not for his love but for the realationship I had with his family. The closeness that we all had. Tear for a relationship. A realtionship that I never had with my own.