NC but in my city my ex keeps bumping into my family and friends.

[Ganz7]

I've been NC for two months. However, just as I feel it's getting slightly better either I bump into my cheating ex and her new bf or one of my friends or even my family members are bumping into my ex!

 

My sister txted me yesterday that she had been covering at a local surgery and noticed that my ex was in the waiting room!!! My ex did not look at my sister but my sis says she would have heard her (my sister has a very distinctive voice and my ex would have instantly recognised her voice) but that my ex had her head down but her face was red (probably with the shock of seeing and hearing my sister in the surgery!!!!). My my sister told me my ex was sitting with a guy (presumably the new bf).

 

As much as I was intrigued in finding out all the details of this encounter it had the result of getting me down in the dumps again. Last Saturday one of my best friend bumped into my ex and I was all like: what did she say, who was she with, what was she wearing... who were her friends... in the end it dragged me down knowing she was with someone else and his friends.

 

I've no desire to break NC but hearing about my ex being seen with her bf drags me down. He is obviously by her side all the time. I regret that I wasn't with my ex often enough when we were together. I know I'll get over it but its hard all the same.

Edited December 14, 2014 by Ganz7

[EgoJoe]

So you had your own life and she left you for a needy shmuck.

 

 

Tell your friends and family to spare you the details. NC is avoiding all connection and eventually all thought of.

[Ganz7]

So you had your own life and she left you for a needy shmuck.

 

 

Tell your friends and family to spare you the details. NC is avoiding all connection and eventually all thought of.

 

Maybe that's what she wanted someone who wanted her badly. You're right though. As much as I'm intrigued it makes her the talking point and it's like reopening a wound.

 

I did have my own life: played tennis, computing, was an artist with a studio, into cars, fitness... loads of interests. I loved her but she never had any real interests other than reading women's magazine and reading about the celebreties. I found even her friends more interesting to talk to. Once I had an art exhibition and she was like miserable about it. One of her best friends turned up interested and even turned up the next day in the freezing cold to see my art once more whilst my ex was in bed till midday. The signs were there. I was a schmuck in giving that relationship the years I did. Life is too short wasted on the wrong person (probably what she thought in the end)

 

Anyway, it is what it is. I've made my own bed and have to sleep in it alone.