I fretted about this for a while recently when I found out that my ex took to enjoying himself a lot more than he did when I was around. He went to Glastonbury Festival (never took me though I begged for 11 years); he went to India and fell in love with it; got his own business, made a fortune, sold it, now is buggering off to live in Australia.

No women though. Funny that...

I stopped fretting about it when a friend pointed out what I'd done since making him my ex.