I broke up with my ex over the phone. A pussy move, I admit. We dated for two years. He had cheated on me and I started drifting away... then I cheated and decided to leave him for the other guy.

He cried a lot, over the phone. I think he was genuinely sorry about what happened. Despite the fact that he cheated he was a really sweet guy. He was very quite. In two years he literally never raised his voice at me or got aggressive in any way. He had a rough childhood and his ex-girlfriend had committed suicide. I saw the newspaper clipping.

Two years later we both got invited to the same pool cook-out, I showed up with "the other guy". My ex left the moment he saw me and his friend came over to explain: "He say's he's over what happened but he doesn't want to see you two together." I replied with "Then he's not over it. It was two years ago. He can bring his girlfriend and do whatever he wants. It wouldn't phase me." Then his friend got all serious and told me that he hadn't dated at all since then and he still keeps my picture in his wallet. I was like, woah. Flattered, in a way....but I felt really bad for him. He can do better than me. He probably deserves better than me.

Three years after that I would find out that his rebel stage was over. He was a regular church-goer and always tucks in his collared shirt. I had to roll my eyes considering how anti-religion he used to be. This is the same guy who's favorite shirt was an Anti-Flag band t-shirt.

But in the end I just hope he finds sweet girl that makes him happy.

The only thing I'm upset about is how his mom treated me like shit the three times she saw me in the local supermarket. It was like, your son cheated too. Maybe I'm not the devil here, lady :(

Ah, I feel better. catharsis. I've never told anyone this. Thanks, Reddit!