huge difference.
One belongs to me.
The other belongs to him.
The divorce proceeded several months later.
Peacefully.
Without drama.
Without revenge.
Because by then I no longer needed revenge.
The most powerful moment had already happened.
Not when Roy embarrassed himself.
Not when my boss defended me.
Not even when the room applauded.
The most powerful moment came later.
When I finally understood that my value had never depended on whether my husband recognized it.
The people who worked beside me had seen it.
The people I helped had
