It still doesn't feel like enough.

Sometimes I don't feel worthy of the good things that have happened to me over the past few months. Those thoughts are a product of lingering self-esteem issues that I still have to work out, on my own. The past two and a half years slowly ate away my inner strength and happiness. Some days, I'm doing well. Other times it is as if I'm taking steps backward. But I guess the good thing is that I'm still moving. Eventually, I'll get there.

Part of me hopes that he treats her better...because as much as I may dislike her (for reasons that have nothing to do with him), I would never wish this struggle on anyone.