Divorce Night

So last night was the first time my ex and I slept apart since we started dating back in our early twenties. It’s funny how something you do every day for years can feel so strange when it ends. We were always a couple that had sex once a week or so, mostly because of work schedules. Last night was no exception, we met up at this trendy bar and I guess one thing led to another since we hadn’t seen each other in a few weeks after the separation announcement. It felt like an awkward dance between old familiarity and new distance, if that makes sense. He seemed more into it than usual, but there wasn't any spark for me anymore. Guess some habits die hard, even when your heart isn't in it.