What is it like to get married to your ex?

Reluctantly, I attended my ex’s wedding

When I thought we were still in the cold war, he quickly found a new love. One day, I was looking through my circle of friends and found an intimate photo of him and a girl. In the photo, he had a cheerful face and smiled happily. My heart twitched and it hurt like a needle.

The girl in the photo actually looks a bit like me, and she playfully made a scissor hand gesture in front of his forehead. After four years of love, I let go as soon as I was told, but I couldn't do it, but he started a new relationship with such peace of mind. Looking at their photo, my eyes were blurred, and my tears were like broken beads, dripping on the screen of my mobile phone. The scene from a month ago appeared in front of my eyes, and his old joke came to mind in my ears!

"If I really can't marry you in the future, then I will find someone like you to live my whole life!" Is he really fulfilling his promise now?

“My new girlfriend is very nice.”

I pretended to be relaxed and sent him a WeChat message.

"Thank you." He replied with a smile.

I think he is deliberately angry with me. Is the four-year relationship so fragile? I didn't want to believe it, and I tried to make excuses for him. I guessed that as long as I lowered my posture and begged him, he would come back to me immediately. So I have been waiting for them to break up. Unexpectedly, the last thing I waited for was their marriage news.

They decided to get married after two months of dating. He sent me a wedding invitation and said, I hope to get your blessing for my wedding.

In those days, I struggled and thought a lot, and arrived at the date of their wedding in a daze.

The day before the wedding, I decided to attend his wedding. Maybe because I didn’t want this relationship to end unclearly, I decided to find out.

On the day of the wedding, I dressed up carefully and put on my jersey. I felt instantly confident. When I stepped into the splendid hotel and the huge space was filled with their wedding photos, I suddenly woke up from my dream. Come.

I admire my courage to attend the banquet, maybe it was because I still had a bit of my ex’s sense of superiority. I even felt that as long as I went on stage and held his hand, he would definitely escape from the marriage with me.

After all, in my eyes, the hostess of this wedding is just my substitute.

Until the few English letters on the poster pierced my eyes like needles. You're such a bullshit, you've forgotten your name when asking for a wife, you're pretending to be rich and poor. I laughed in my heart, with a bit of sadness, and the confidence in my heart was inexplicably reduced by half.