Sometimes love doesn’t end cleanly — it pauses. When people remarry their exes, it’s often fueled by nostalgia, regret, or the hope that time has changed everything. But sometimes second chances don’t always mean happy endings.
My wife proposed an open relationship. She had a crush for a coworker for a while. I agreed but quietly filed for divorce. She came back, saying she hated it. We remarried. 6 months later, I got the envelope. When I opened it, I burst into tears. There were photos of her texts with this coworker. It turned out that she hadn’t stopped communicating with him even after we remarried. She had actually been meeting up with him a couple of times a month. We’re divorced again. I don’t believe in love anymore.
We divorced because I couldn’t give him a child. Years later, he came back softer, kinder, saying he’d realized love mattered more than family plans. We remarried. Six months in, he asked if I’d ever considered getting tested again, just to “have answers.” That’s when I found the fertility clinic receipts. My heart froze when he told me he had a child from the years we were apart. He wasn’t checking if I could give him something. He was trying to see if I could love him now that he already had it.
Remarrying an ex isn’t proof of love’s endurance. For some, it brought clarity. For others, it reopened wounds they thought had healed. What all these stories have in common is this — the past doesn’t disappear just because you say “I do” again.