Closure. 

I have no regrets. I loved him more than I loved myself. That was the problem. I loved him so much that I allowed things I shouldn’t have.

Here we are, 6 years later with a divorce in process and a nasty outcome.

The emotional stress that comes from a marriage where there is no respect is overwhelming. It messes with your head, with your heart, with who you are! 

My dreams weren’t as important as his dreams. My life wasn’t important as his. Nothing I did was ever good enough.

I thought he was my happiness. 

I was wrong. Now I’m truly happy. Now that I’m alone. And the tables have turned. He’s the one hurting, he’s the one breaking.

So why, God why do I still feel guilty? Why does he still have this hold on me to make me feel awful about myself? Why can I not be happy without guilt?

This is what our entire relationship has been like.