Still married to my childhood best friend who she latched on to after I broke up with her and turned him and his entire family, basically my second family growing up, against me. I felt really grateful to have basically pawned her off onto him because she was a compulsive liar and extremely manipulative and I was a huge idiot and probably would still be with her and miserable if she hadn't found a better deal (she came from poverty and his family is a lot more well off than mine).

I saw her on Facebook just the other day after she commented on the status of an old mutual friend and I felt really bad. Regardless of how he behaved toward me, my friend is a good dude who was just trying to do what he felt was right and I know firsthand how manipulative and evil she can be.

Hell, the only reason I finally realized what a piece of shit she was is I fucked her a couple months later while she was in a relationship with him. I told him about it because I was mad at him and young and stupid and vindictive. We confronted her together because I stupidly assumed she wouldn't have time to concoct a story (he knew we had hung out till like 3 am) and would be caught off guard, but she just calmly and coolly said I was lying and asked why I was trying to ruin her life. He chose to believe her and that was the last I interacted with either of them.

I had always had suspicions she had cheated on me in the four years we were together but I never had any more proof than her acting shady and I lacked the life experience at that point to realize I could do better.

I'll never stop being grateful that I never got her pregnant because I was a dumb motherfucker when I was young and had no thoughts for long term consequences.