It’s typical for men and women to have a type when it comes to romantic partners, but I really didn’t expect my ex of five years to choose someone so exactly like me when we broke up. He even married her, which seriously freaks me out. I mean, I know I was a great girlfriend, but come on!
She has the same hair, cut, style, color, the works.
This on its own could just be a coincidence. The saying “gentlemen prefer blondes” wasn’t plucked out of thin air – they even made a movie about it. It didn’t really surprise me except that he always said when we were together that I was the exception and that he actually preferred brunettes, so that’s weird. Maybe I made him into a blonde convert. I’ll take that – blondes have more fun!
She has the same signature fashion sense.
Then it goes further into how she dresses, how she wears her makeup, and the type of accessories she chooses. When I first met my ex, my signature look was all blonde curls and red lipstick the color of pure seduction. At least that’s what my 18-year-old self thought. I always wore a combination of white, black, and red and usually finished off the outfit with a beret. Thankfully, I did grow out of this by the time our relationship came to an end, but somehow he managed to find someone who dressed identically five years later.
She even likes all the things I like.
I’ve always been obsessed with Paris. That explains my old outfit choices, I guess. I loved Paris so much that I now call it home and can’t imagine it any other way. Guess what? She loves Paris! Quelle surprise! Of course he took her on trips to Paris to fulfil her dreams just like he did for me. Stayed in the same hotel. Gross. Aside from being a writer, I’ve also worked in fashion most of my life. She’s an aspiring fashion designer of course. Am I starting to build the picture?
He took her on copycat dates.
When he wasn’t whisking her away to my home, he took her on the same unusual dates we went on. I love animals, and as you can probably guess by now, so does she. So of course he took her on a date to the petting zoo where we used to go at least once a month. It’s really a petting zoo for children but I’ll be 104 years old and still want to cuddle puppies, bottle feed baby goats and even climb into pigsties.
He moved her into the apartment we viewed together.
This was a real sharp stab in the back, even more so than when I found out he had been carrying on with her behind my back. About a year before we broke up, we viewed an apartment in a rather sought after complex in our hometown. We both loved it and said we’d move there once I had finished my year abroad. Of course we didn’t make it that far, but did he really have to move in there with her? Come on, there are so many other apartments in the city.
I lost weight and of course she did too.
Maybe it was the breakup, maybe I had just finally stopped eating my feelings but I lost a significant amount of weight. I dyed my hair brown and revamped my closet. I felt like a new woman. One year into their relationship, suddenly she was four stone lighter with darker hair too!
Using our “future” dog name was a step too far.
When we were together we talked a lot about marriage and kids and having a dog like it was inevitable. Oh, how naive we were. Our dog was going to be called Rocky, a large, long-haired German Shepherd. Alright, so they didn’t get a German Shepherd. They got a much smaller, curly white-haired bichon frisé… but they still named him Rocky!
I think he tried to replace me.
One of the reasons we broke up was down to the fact that I had changed a lot. I looked different and I felt different. I was practically a different person. In reality, we wanted different things and it sucks but it happens and our relationship had run its course. Maybe he wasn’t ready to let go of the version of me he fell in love with. Maybe it was all just a big coincidence. For me, it all sounds too close for comfort to be just that. Either way, it’s super creepy to think he married someone exactly like me. Or at least exactly like who I was.
I’ve had to change to make myself feel unique again.
It definitely threw me. Knowing that my character, my likes and dislikes, even my makeup style could be copied so easily, made me feel very generic. In hindsight, it was a great thing. It made me broaden my interests, try new things and see what else I could add to what makes me, me. If I got anything out of this weird experience, it was a higher feeling of self worth. Someone can copy my looks and my clothes, they can even love the same things or the same person that I did but I am still me. Unique, in every way. And that’s amazing!
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