I was 17, and I was engaged to my high school sweetheart. (Yes, I know we were too young. But we were in looooove...) One day, he gave me the "it's not you, it's me" talk and said that it was nothing personal, but that he just didn't want to be in a relationship. It turns out that he had been cheating on me with my best friend for about a month (I found this out through mutual friends), and a week after the breakup, they started openly dating. Now they're married with 3 kids.
That happened to me, too. Except for the "with my best friend" part -- that's about the only thing that could have made the situation worse. But otherwise, right down to the "they're married with 3 kids now," the exact same thing. I feel your childhood pain. I found living well was the best revenge.
