The rose coloring was coming off her memories, flaking away bit by bit, as the words truly sunk in.  He was getting married.  Married in the house that had been their home, married to one of the many he had cheated with, married to really wash the stink of his first failed family from his life.  The hard part was knowing that he would never understand, could never understand, why this hurt so much.  Jack was a disappointment, the kind of let down that can tare you up and leave you broken because of how fiercely you needed to believe in him and wanted him to love you.  It was time for Maggie to let him go.  He had taken everything, with meticulous detail, leaving only the tear stained memories for her to hold him in, and now he had tainted even those.