I was with my ex for 12 months, when I was 18, he left me for my friend, then I heard went through women like a dose of salts, he fathered children everywhere, thankfully we never had any together, 2 years ago, I got a message on Facebook from his brother, to say that my ex was in the final stages of Pancreatic Cancer, and wondered if I wanted to see him before he died, at that point he only had a matter of days left. I said no, we'd only been married for such a short time, parted acrimoniously, and anything I'd wanted to say had been done over 30 years ago. I didn't wish the man any ill will, but simply had no desire to go over old ground. I felt the past was best left there. As far as sadness goes, it was as if I'd been told a friend of a friend had died.