Ted and I got divorced. It was finalized in May last year. I still miss him, especially when I forgot to take my meds and the world seems exceedingly dark and hopeless.
Frank decided to move in with his girlfriend and that monogamy wasn't for him (not that he shared the latter with his girlfriend, exactly). I swallowed my sadness and non-existent pride and started sleeping with him whenever he had a moment to spare.
I met someone on a dating service, after several failed attempts, and it seemed hopeful, but alas he has a girlfriend too. And it's not like I can walk away in a wounded huff. Being aware of ones flaws and hypocrisy can be such a tiresome trait. And Mike is sweet and attentive and interesting; what's one little detail to that?