Time Heals Wound

At 13 coming 14 years old, I fell in love with a guy from my class when I was in secondary school. We broke off one and a half months later. Harboured some feelings for him despite marrying my ex-husband knowing that we will probably never be together due to my own insecure and low esteem.
At 16 coming 17 years old, met my ex-husband during a polytechnic orientation meet and on IRC. We dated for 6 years before deciding to get married to secure the relationship, to conform to societal norms to prevent tongues from wagging. Stayed married for another 6 years but we were both unhappy in the marriage. Finally, we called it quits! During the marriage, there were few peoples who asked me about a rumour that was spread around, saying that my first love broke off with his then-girlfriend to look for me on the day I wedded my ex-husband and ask if would I have changed my mind to marry to my ex-husband if I had met my first love before saying my wedding vows? I couldn't answer that question.
A year or two ago, I bumped into my first love at a mall. He was with his partner, holding hands and shopping. He didn't notice me. Immediately, I had answer to the nagging question. The answer is, "No, I doubt I would also be happy if I had married or changed my mind about ex-husband. And, I no longer do harbour any feelings for my first love."
This coming April 13th would mark my divorce of 6 years with my ex-husband. April 28th, would mark I married my current husband for 3 years. Time has healed my wounds from my first love failure as well as the failed first marriage of my life.
All I can say is my love life was pretty screwed-up... I hope it wouldn't be anymore. Enough of heartbreaks, enough of trials and testing of my strength. Enough is enough.