The next morning, I called my lawyer and prepared all the divorce papers. I knew my worth, and I was brave enough not to live under someone else’s control or resentment. When Brian walked into the living room, still thinking that things would go the way they were, I held my head high and said,
“Brian, I’ve thought it through. I deserve better than this. We’re done here. I’m not really unemployed, I got a promotion, it was all a test and you showed me your true colors.”
A week later, I received congratulations from colleagues, from friends, from myself—on the promotion, on my independence, and on the decision that no one had the right to control my life anymore. And Brian and his mother? They saw me strong, independent, and happy without them. And for the first time, they understood what they had lost…
I smiled, picked up my coffee cup, and thought: sometimes losing someone who doesn’t deserve it is the best way to find yourself.
