I would never envy the woman he’s with now. Some of my darkest moments and deepest pain are tied to that man. I know what it cost me to love him, how much of myself I lost trying to make things work and how many times I wished for the strength to finally walk away. I could never look at someone living the life I once begged to be freed from and wish I were in her place. I remember the nights I cried, the moments I questioned my worth and the version of myself who kept hoping things would get better. What you once prayed for becomes the very thing you pray to escape. And when you finally find your way out, you stop romanticising what it took to break free. I don’t envy the woman who has him. I’m grateful I no longer have to be the woman I was when I loved him.