I guess he isn't such a jerk. He seemed to be sorry; sad he had to end things as he did. That alone, after I've had time to put it all behind me, was a comfort. We acted normal at the wedding, not really talking, but not ignoring each other. And then as I went to leave he approached me and told me he had the two books he'd borrowed from me. We went to his truck and made some small talk - more than anything we'd said to each other since the breakup. It ended quickly, but with a brief hug.I didn't feel anything other than my nerves when I first saw him. I missed him, but at the same time I didn't. It was good to see him.
I'm happy, for both the resolve of my first relationship and the celebration of my friends' union.
That cake was made by the groom's 12 year old brother! His other brother, a cook, decorated it. I must say it tasted amazing. I hereby declare that any boy of mine shall know how to bake!