It’s funny because I saw my ex recently. Still in his dirty old car, dirty old trailer with my son trying to sleep in the passenger seat. Ex looking frustrated. In the early days, we torture ourselves with a fantasy that they are deliriously happy and we are so broken. It really isn’t the case. There might be a brief honeymoon period but then they revert to type. Miserable, controlling. I will never forget phoning the helpline distraught. She told me to let her have him. Once the honeymoon period is over the reality of his situation will hit him hard while by then you will be well on the road to recovery, picking yourself up and feeling happy again. How true that was. All the pain we went through and they are still the pathetic loser, abuser of women, they always were. Good riddance to bad rubbish. I’m happy for you better days.