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God give me the courage to open the door and look at the skeleton in my closet (the rotting corpse more like it) for I do not want to carry those bones around for one more year or even one more second. 

He brought out the worst in me - face to face with Anger for the first time in my life, I met parts of myself that I did not even know existed. He poked at my emotional wounds until they bled salty tears, flaunted my flaws with mocking merriment, highlighted my insecurities by feeding them mercilessly. He exposed my false ideas about how to secure another’s loyalty and fidelity instead of being faithful and true to myself. By enduring his insatiable cravings, I was cured of cupidity, stupidity, gluttony & lust. By his refusal to relinquish bachelorhood, I was remanded of my desire to be his wife. But most importantly he taught me that unconditional love does not give carte blanche to terrorism.

It's not his fault. He was just doing the job assigned to him. And he did it with such smug superiority.

20 years married (yes I am a slow learner), 10 years divorced (and good at burying painful unfinished business). Let the healing begin as well as be over and done.