Murienn, I was not married to this person... he was my first serious boyfriend. We started dating in middle school, sort of broke up at the beginning of grade 10, then before I moved that year, we reconnected. I spent most of my last 2 years of high school flying between Miami and Boston. He was supposed to come down for my prom, and his parents wouldn't pay for it. Thus, I was asked by someone whom I stupidly did date and marry at age 22. I had a rough couple of years after I left my first husband and met my DH. Not all bad, but some of, well, bad. When I graduated high school, I came up here to Boston, with the wrong one, to attend college. One night, right before classes started, my "friend" appeared at my aunt and uncle's house with a friend of mine, who is my uncle's niece (her father's brother married my mother's sister). They walked into the house, not knowing my new boyfriend was there. It had to be one the most awful events in my life, because I knew right there I had made a grievious mistake. But, I was too f*n immature to send the guy packing and reach out to the one I loved. He even sent me letters... at one point, after I divorced, I thought about contacting him, but I decided not to. I was still mortified, after 6 years. I don't regret my life now, and I have the best husband, ever. But, I know I was really immature!
And, btw, we reconnected because my 13 year old son did an internet search for him in 1996, when the net was rather new. My son sent him an email and he responded! Needless to say, I was mortified.
I am not going to the funeral. I will think about him during my ride, and he would have loved that.