Last week my ex boyfriend got married. It is actually less shocking than it sounds, from the moment he first mentioned the girl he has married, I knew. First he got mentionitis about her (a common affliction in men when they are enamoured by a girl), then we broke up. Four months later he officially started to go out with her. This was 3 years ago, we went out together for 6 years; we talked about marriage on and off, but it wasn’t a serious consideration for us, we still felt too young. We were total soul mates, I was devastated when we broke up, but of course as the years go on, the pain slowly disappears and everything mends as it should. I still find it amazing how things can just drastically change in such a short time though and when I saw a photo of him and his new wife; it just didn’t look or feel like I was looking at him. This is obviously due to the fact, he isn’t the man I went out with, now he is this brand new person with a totally new life. I am lucky enough to have got myself a brand new life aswell, minus the marriage. The friends I have made since the break up have more than compensated for the loss of my soul mate and I would never exchange them. My GBF reminds me often, that life needs texture, and that’s what I have now. I am even more lucky to genuinely mean that I wish him nothing but happiness.