The break-up was acrimonious, and somewhat messy in terms of their shared items, but the worst part was that it was pretty much entirely public, with both sides constantly posting on all their social media accounts.
Although I had wanted to see her become single, I hadn’t wanted this, to see her so hurt, so broken. Not that his condition didn’t worry me too, but I was more focused on her, obviously.
So I stayed away, wanting to wait until she had recovered before moving in.
Thus, I wasn’t the rebound boyfriend, and thus, I wasn’t the guy she married.