I don’t regret it. I’d do it all over again—
just not the way we thought was best. Now that we’re here, I wouldn’t choose it again. Yet I still mourn what could have been. Grief is such a profound, odd thing.
I have to remind myself part of letting go means letting go of the fact that he might in fact be talking to the one he told you not to worry about. Let it go. He didn’t love you/ care enough… so move on.