But it also has made me wonder why I cared that he left in the first place.
I know, right? My first big belly laugh happened when a GF and I were having a beers and tears session (wine, actually) talking about how these muppets broke our hearts. I said to her: "Can you believe that ugly arsed, dull, dim witted guy broke my heart and has me crying on the floor? I mean, seriously, THAT guy? That guy? Really?? I just can't believe it." She agreed her cheating X was equally not so special.
I meant it in all seriousness but as soon as I said it we were both falling over ourself laughing for a good 30 minutes. Even on his best day he wasn't that great.
I did love him once but he certainly wasn't worthy of all of this angst and wailing. Not that anyone is but it's not like I lost a faithful, smart, sexy Keanu Reeves dream guy type of person. I 'lost' a mediocre at best guy - even with my rose coloured glasses on.
Holy lightbulb moment.