As morbid as it sounds. The day I felt the MOST satisfied was the day I was completly done with my son’s dad.
I had spent the 4 year prior to that day miserable and tangled and I just didn’t feel myself anymore. When he left us, I felt stronger, partially because I HAD to be strong, but it was a new found independance I hadn’t felt in a long time. I was free to be my own person.
Even though my LIFE up until that point had been burning around me, that day I felt happy. I felt like everything was going to be okay. I had a whole life to live and I was still so young. I could do anything I wanted with it.