In 1979 my first husband walked out, deserted me my daughter was 5 no explanation no contact no maintenance nothing.

Scraped myself back together and after two years of sheer hard work I saved up enough to buy a one bedroomed property.

Life was moved on I married again, I lost my parents all the normal things that happen in day to day life, tragedies came and went I picked myself up and dusted myself off

and this evening on facebook I saw a picture of my ex and the witch that took him away from me

smiling faces, in a magnificent house, partying, but fat, old and not I would say in the best of health from the looks of it.

I cried buckets........................ why?

I sat and thought poor me, all I have been through and am going through now and there they are with their perfect lives.

sad or what am I??

Is that a stupid reaction?