You can read part 1 here and part 2 here. I have to apologize for not posting this last year. It's been sitting in my draft folder for quite some time. The reason why I have not posted this part is because I don't know if I should end my story here or continue and write about this other guy I dated many years later. I still have not decided if ever I'm going to write the rest since that would be like reliving a not so happy part of my life but I promised that I will at least write part 3, so here it is.
I just got home from school that day (I was taking extra courses in San Francisco) when the phone rang. It was my brother calling from the Philippines. He said that J has been in a terrible car accident. I thought "OMG!" I asked him what happened and my brother proceeded to tell me the details. After learning what happened, my first thought was 'How can he be so stupid?!' Apparently, J was out drinking with his friends and on the way home, he was drag racing with his friend along EDSA, somewhere around Crossing. The car hit the wall of the underpass and was totaled. I don't know how long he was in the hospital and what the extent of his injuries were. You would think that this brought us back together, but it didn't. I didn't call him or sent him a card. I knew that when I broke up with him, it needs to be final with no communication at all, so I stood my ground. It was hard but it had to be done. If I reached out to him during that time, I would probably be pulled back in. I went on with my new life here in the US and did not even went back to the Philippines for a vacation.
I learned years later that J married someone who looks a lot like me. A neighbor saw them walking and she thought that it was me and J. (Altogether now "awwww". LOL) I think of him sometimes and wonder how he's doing. I hear about him from my mom since she's friends with Tita R (his mom). My aunt even stayed in J's house when she and her friends went to Orlando. Yes, he lives in the same country now. (here's the part where you say "Ooohhhh" LOL) From what I've heard, his wife is the nagger type and I feel bad for him. As for me, I am blessed with a wonderful husband so I did choose the right path.
What would I say if ever I see him? I don't know, maybe "I'm sorry. I hope you're as happy as I am."? What do you say in times like this? Have you ever been in a situation where you come across an ex many years later? What happened?