And I wish her well.

The occasional encounter is completely unpredictable.

I avoid her. There are things that probably ought to be worked out between us, but they never will be. There will be no closure, no neat wrapping up of loose ends. Not only will this story not have a happy ending, it won't have any real ending at all. I've learned that no good can come from our meeting up. The best encounters cause the most pain, because they remind me of what ought to have been.

Divorce sucks. But not as much as a bad marriage.