Just Another Ex in the Long List of Losers

So, I got officially separated from my ex last week. Not that it's news or anything, we'd been living apart for months and calling it quits in bed long before that. But now there's paperwork and lawyers involved, which is just a reminder of why marriage isn't exactly my thing. The funny part? Even as I was signing all this crap, my mind kept wandering back to all the times we did actually care about each other, you know? And then I start thinking, 'What was the point?' We were 18+ when it started and both adults, so yeah, it's not like either of us got trapped by anything. It just... stopped being fun. Or maybe more accurately, it turned into a job or a chore. Oh well. Next one's already lined up, as they always are for me, though I'm sure she'll be the 'one.' Until we're done too.