Dear JK,

What were the odds of running into you on Saturday at the arts district while you were on a date? Less than six months after our break up... well it wasn't just a break up, huh?

You ended our engagement 6 weeks before our wedding. I wasn't even supposed to be visiting Vegas that weekend, but my friend needed help so I went. And I'm standing outside with old friends after brunch, and I didn't even need to see your face to know it was you.

I saw you with a girl probably on a first or second date. And when I bumped into you later at the flea market, you acted liked you didn't see me at first, but I saw you turn your head around and look back at me. You are so lucky I didn't go up to her and tell her the truth about you. To tear down the mask I believed for years.

Everyone has something to say about our encounter.

My friend J said maybe it was more for you than for me.

My friend A said men like you never change, you continue with your patterns, always avoiding your reflection.

N said she hoped it rattled you, that it ruined the rest of the date for you.

T called you a coward.

E wished she was there so she could have called you out.

G just wanted to make sure I was okay.

Did you know?

I don't care who you were on a date with.

I don't care that you pretended not to know me.

I care that I saw you without warning.

That timing once again did its thing. It's funny how we used to talk about bumping into each other at Walmart... how we could've easily missed each other. And now, it seems timing decided to do it one last time, like closing the book on the story that we started and you ended.

Today, would have been our first time celebrating our anniversary as a married couple. It's been 7 years since we had that chance encounter and you asked me for my number.

I truly believed in you but I see now that a relationship with people like you, people who avoid accountability, who lack empathy, is just unsustainable. I would have had to shrink myself further and further to preserve your ego.

I just can't believe how easily you were able to manipulate my reality. How you could say "I love you", buy me flowers, seem invested in the wedding all while having doubts. And then, you didn't even have the guts to tell me. I sensed something was wrong and finally, I listened to my intuition.

Yes, you were a bad partner and no, I don't forgive you. Sunny and I are fine without you and while you have to go on dates to feel better about yourself, to feel less lonely, I'll be here picking up the pieces and starting anew.