I no longer have to worry if he cares, if he's interested, if he loves me.
If he's happy.
I no longer have to worry about who he's with, or who he's texting.
I no longer have to feel the fear that he might lie or hurt me again.
I no longer have to live with the insecurities I heaped on myself during the course of our marriage.
Beneath the broken heart and feelings of foolishness and failure, buried under the guilt and fear and that headache that comes from crying too hard... there is also a strange sense of peace.
What he does, what he says, what he thinks... it no longer matters.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go repeat that sentence to myself a few hundred thousand times.