Found out that someone that put me through the meat grinder as I was leaving Houston is getting a divorce.

I thought a part of me would be happy, that maybe a small part would say "I have a chance", that a part of me would feel "in your face-ish" ... something, anything. I thought I would feel something.

But I didn't, I feel more when someone tells me that it's going to rain, because at least that's going to affect my day.

This didn't and it won't. And that's something ... just not sure what.