To say that I have moved on would be an understatement.  In the last year I have learned that I am allowed to be happy.  Previously, I was content with being mediocre at best, angry at the worst, and with a whole lot of annoyed in the middle.  I thought I was in love, I think maybe we really were a long time ago.  It's hard for me to remember the good times because of the way things ended.  We never had anything in common.  I didn't think it mattered as long as we had similar outlooks on life.  I still think that's true.  It turns out that we didn't have that though.  We looked at the world in different ways, saw marriage differently.  You wanted unconditional support and ministrations to your ego, but didn't like how I went about offering you that solace.  I thought that marriage was about communication, trust, and sharing.  You might have thought the same thing, I don't know, but you certainly didn't communicate, trust, or share with me.  In hindsight I could have been more forthcoming as well.  I thought we had a good relationship, thought that fighting all the time was normal, fighting about the same things over and over again was part of being in a relationship.  I thought that being part of a couple meant staying with that person, working on a relationship, always working.  I still think people should work on their relationships.

However, there comes a time when you're just fighting for the sake of fighting, because you're used to it or because you think you have to.  Not that I could ever fight with you properly anyway, I was too busy walking on eggshells.  I never said half of the things that I could have, maybe should have.  I knew that there was an invisible line that I couldn't cross, that if I stepped over it, you would be gone.  I was terrified, not of being alone, but of not being with you.  You see, with all the problems we had, I loved you.  I find it hard to remember the reasons for the love, where the love stemmed from, but I do remember the feeling.  The feeling of panic I felt when I thought you would disappear forever.  At heart, I am a nurturer.  If you have a problem I want to fix it.  That was too much of the relationship, and that's my fault.  I should have said something, or said something louder.  It's easy to become comfortable not being happy.  It's much harder to give up what you have and start all over again.  So, I want to say thank you.  You made me realize what we had was not working and that it was time to move on.  You made me realize that maybe fighting for the sake of itself wasn't good enough anymore.  Because of you, I am happy with who I am, what I'm doing, and who I'm with.  You made me change my life path and I will always be grateful for that.  You've also changed your own path and I hope you have made it something that you truly love.  I am allowed to be happy.  However angry I am/was with you, I give you my blessing.  Be happy.