Christine got married on Saturday! For those of you who don't know, Christine and I dated for something close to a year, split between two semi-functional relationships. And in what I'm sure sounds like a very backhanded compliment, I've never been so glad that she and I broke up.
That requires some explanation--watching her and her new husband last night at the reception, it was obvious that she was very much in love, very happy, and very excited. The two of them were adorable. Never in all the time we dated were we anywhere near that happy; we weren't even close to right for each other. She and Mike definitely are. (Not this Mike, who shall henceforth only be known only as "Mikey" to reduce confusion.) If she'd never had the good sense to break it off with me, she never would have found Mike.
I'm doing my best to make this sound complimentary to the two of them, and not sound bitter or resentful. It's not really working. Unfortunately, I do my best writing when half in the bag, and I'm stone sober at the moment. So, trust me until I have a few drinks and revise this--there's no envy, bitterness, or resentment here. I'm genuinely happy for them.
Anyhow... congratulations, Mike and Christine. All my best to both of you.
