When I was doing my sequence of bad New Years Eves, I wrote about how I got dumped right around the stroke of midnight, by my ex, Billy.

I should mention that it was only the first time Billy dumped me. For about 2 1/2 years we got back together and broke up on a monthly basis…usually when he would make plans to date someone else. Despite our on-again-off-again relationship fueled by drama and a lot of yelling, we managed to remain friends. I haven’t seen the guy in 5 years, but we still keep in touch. He reads my blog. Hi Billy.

Over the weekend, I was chatting with him online, and he told me that over the holidays, while he was in South America somewhere, he proposed to his girlfriend. I was genuinely happy for him. It’s been 5 years, so I no longer have any romantic feelings for him, and I think it’s great that he’s making an honest woman out of the mother of his child.

But then I got pissed off. While we were dating, he didn’t take me seriously at all. I would always tell him how much potential he had to be a good boyfriend (he LOVED that), but he was constantly forgetting our plans/couldn’t get to a phone/was at a charity event/figured I had something better to do/had no money/etc. I’m not at all jealous of his fiance, but I am jealous of him.

I was ready to be taken seriously back then, but he’s getting married before me? How does that work? How on earth did he grow up before me?

(Answer: he lives in Regina, Saskatchewan and works for the goverment).