| My ex fiancé broke things off back in 2004. According to her and her family, I was not a suitor and was not "economically viable." Issues of infidelity on her part and the fact she wanted it all (house, cars, vacations, etc.) is what lead to the break up. I was with her for 5 years - I had thought I knew this person, or at least I thought I did. The enormous pain and humiliations she caused my family was unforgivable and too lengthy a story and irrelevant in my life now. Needless to say I thank God I did not marry this person. I just moved back home with my parents after a seven year high school chemistry and physics teaching position in Maryland. I moved back home in 2013 in order to get my MBA and am also working to pay part my way through school. I am in my forties, and am single and happy. I have an engineering and high school teaching background. Well now on to the crux of the story ..I was diving to my storage unit where I keep a few of my belongings, and having driven by it many times over, I noticed my ex's name on a shingle outside of a business building. I did a double take. Later I went to the computer and looked it up. Indeed it was true. She is a practicing social worker at an office less than three miles from my parent's home. She has been practicing at that location for at least 6 years. Wait, it gets more interesting. I did some digging around and found out she married a musician who teaches music, she has one kid, and bought a home less than 5 miles in the town where my family and I live!!! She has lived in that home for at least six years too. She has been to my parent's home numerous times and knows full well where I live and that my family clan lives here in this town - cousins and all. I am so surprised we have not bumped into one another all these years. Aside from late night grocery shopping and long hours of study, I rarely outside of work ever shop in town. A little about her: she comes from a upper middle class family (daddy lawyer, mommy housewife with big inheritance), brother executive (big bucks), entitled princess, never lived outside of a short drive from her parents in Upstate NY. The town I live in is a suburb of Rochester NY. I am shocked to say the least. Why?!!! Why of all places on this earth did she ever have the temerity, gall, and nerve to move so close to where I live? She knows I live here. | |||
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Found 6 out years later that my ex bought a house less than 5 miles from me. Why did
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