“Dear Once Fiancé, I hope this letter finds you well. Isn’t that how all correspondence between…”

Dear Once Fiancé, I hope this letter finds you well. Isn’t that how all correspondence between people who haven’t spoken in a while is supposed to start out? I guess I don’t though. Because what kind of person invites her ex-fiancé to their wedding? Dear Fiancé, I hope this letter finds you ill. I hope it gives you paper cuts. Infects you with influenza from which you find no relief. How could you think it’s OK to call off our engagement and then invite me to your new wedding? Am I being overdramatic? Was I supposed to just get over the heartbreak over the last four years? Is that a long enough time? Apparently, it was for you. But if I don’t wish you well, then I am the asshole. So, I hope this letter finds you well, I guess. What am I supposed to do with this save-the-date? Hang it up on my fridge? Get cereal every morning and look at you kissing him every time I go to reach for the oak milk? I only ever started drinking oat milk because of you and I reluctantly love it and it took me a year to not associate it with you. And now you want to take all that away again. Why even send me this? Spite? Or do you genuinely think that we can be friends? You were never too stupid, and you were never cruel, so I don’t know what this is or how I’m supposed to react. Congratulations I guess? I hope this letter finds you well? I wish you’d forgotten about me because I tried so hard to forget you. Your Once Fiancé.