Well it happened.
Apparently my ex fiance has officially moved on.
I was on the phone with one of my close girlfriends that lives in Chicago yesterday evening & she told me that a friend of hers saw my exs IG story and she was confused (it was a pic of him with another woman & she had no clue we were no longer together) so she asked my friend WTH was going on.
My friend said this happened 2 weeks ago, but that she didn't want to bring it up to me at the time bc she knows how I don't like to dwell in the past. *Especially since she knew I truly loved that man for the year we spent together.
Of course I needed to see the picture.. she sent it..
The new woman is very pretty (as expected) & they look happy.
I still wish him nothing but the best.
It did sting a little bit.. but he moved on (as he should).
I know men move on faster & I ended the relationship bc I knew it was not going to work. I cannot believe its going to be 6 months! Aug 30th seems like it wasn't that long ago.
Our final communication was Dec 7th, I still have the txt (his final attempt to rekindle the flame and fix the relationship).
I'm actually really glad she told me & sent the pic (im soo being serious), bc it definitely helped with the random "did I make the right decision?" thoughts and wondering if he was ACTUALLY doing the work to be a better partner vs looking for the next beautiful woman to drape on his arm.
TBH, I needed to know-- it was just what my soul needed to quiet the human part of me that would randomly think that maybe in the end (if the stars aligned) we would randomly run into each other and talk from a healed place.
Full disclosure I had no plans on spinning the block, but it still stings.. just a little bit.
That chapter is closed. Full stop. I am still at peace with my decision, but now the quiet voice that whispers ever so often can fully rest.