We decided to stay together regardless of those reasons as long as we were making each other happy. We were very happy and very good for and to each other, but we weren’t "in love." Neither of us ever said it, and neither of us ever felt it. We cared about each other, but love was kept out of the equation. I know this will seem odd to most people, but with our past relationship experiences, it made sense.
When we broke up, we had one of those big, long, crying talks that made me think we would always be in each others' lives as friends. We were each other's best friend for nearly two years, so neither of us felt it would be impossible to remain friends. Stupid, of course, since it always is impossible, at least in the beginning.
Here’s where things change. While we were dating, I knew the password to his email. Because I had been cheated on in the past multiple times by another ex, I had a habit of checking in on him every once in a while. I didn’t find anything noteworthy until a month after we broke up (and at the point, we were still talking and still friends).
He has started dating one of his old co-workers — a girl I knew he had a crush on while we were together, and I’d teased him about it, while he reassured me otherwise. This isn’t important. What’s important is what he said to her about me in an email.
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