I WENT TO HIS WORK TO SIGN THE PAPERS THAT WOULD DISSOLVE THIS THING WE HAD.  HIS BOSS WAS ALSO IN THE BITTER SWELLS OF DIVORCE.  THE BOSS SAT AT HIS DESK WITH AN ENDLESS CACHE OF NITROUS CANISTERS TRYING TO KILL THE PART OF HIS BRAIN THAT REMEMBERED HER.  AFTER WE LEFT THE OFFICE I TOLD MY ONCE HUSBAND THAT HE LOOKED WELL, WHICH GAVE RESPONSE TO A DUBIOUS SQUINT.  IT WAS A STATEMENT OF COMPARISON.  A VENN DIAGRAM REFLECTING THE OKAYNESS AND MISERY OF SEPARATION INTERSECTING IN A MORE OR LESS INHABITABLE PLACE.