Parenting Without A License

All By Myself…

Posted by Kimberly on May 31st, 2008 — Posted in Just Like Riding A Bicycle, Facebook Guy, The Man I Didn't Marry

I have to confess, even though I’ve made it clear all along that my relationship with The Man I Didn’t Marry is not some sort of romantic comedy in which, after a decade and a whole lot of life experience, our favourite couple finally manages to get over themselves and figure things out, I did sort of think that this year’s unniversary would be a bit different than usual. For the first time since the year we didn’t get married after all (1997, for those of you playing our at home game), The Man and I are back in each other’s lives. Heck, we’ve been dating. So, I guess I figured maybe we’d hang out or something…You know, mark the occasion of our non-occasion with a couple of drinks and maybe some laughs.

Is that weird?

OK, I admit it. I was totally thinking that we’d go out to dinner, have a nice evening, and maybe toast the end of an era of estrangement and a friendship reborn. Until I logged on to my Facebook and saw this in my newsfeed, that is:

The Man You Didn’t Marry is in a relationship with Someone Who Is Not You.

Um..What?

True, we were just dating. And I’m really not looking to be in a relationship with anyone, let alone The Man I Didn’t Marry Who Just Got Out Of A Rebound Marriage But Whose Divorce Isn’t Even Final Yet. But….

What???

It’s not the fact that he’s “in a relationship” that bothers me. It’s not even that he was apparently dating her and who knows who else at the same time he was dating me (I honestly would not have cared; I mean, it’s not like I haven’t seen Facebook Guy a time or two.) It’s not even the fact that my big unniversary plan is now kaput and I’m back to spending the day alone. What bothers me is that I found out about it through a FACEBOOK NEWSFEED.

Ouch.

Yes, ok, fine. I did, once upon a time, practically leave him at the altar. And yes, I pretty much blindsided him in doing so. And no, I didn’t have a better articulated reason than, “I think I’ve made a mistake and even though I love you, I don’t want to marry you.” (In my defense, I DID give back the ring. And I still think I was right.) But that’s not the point here–All that was eleven years, four kids, two careers, and a failed marriage ago. The point here is that in spite of that ancient history, I think that at the very least I deserved to hear the big news from an email, not a Facebook Update.

None of which changes the fact that apparently The Man I Didn’t Marry and I have come full circle after all. But you know what? I think I’m ok with that part of things. I think that’s the way it’s supposed to be.