It’s all out of my system. And I am happy to see it go. I’m indifferent to it all, apathetic, even. I never thought I could be here but finally, I am. Finally. I knew I’d get here, but for some strange reason, I thought the devastation would leave me in ruins for months, even a full year.

I don’t care about “revenge”, karma, payback. I just don’t care. Making him “feel” what I felt is an impossibility. He is who he is and that, surely, is revenge enough. I’ve grown tired of this and aged one full Yoda year because of this experience.

I’m, pardon the cliche to end all cliches, in a better place now.

This doesn’t mean I intend to leave the situation with loose ends. There are some things to sign, some matters to tend to. This just means that the smaller things, the material things, the things that mean something in the heat of a fight, simply mean nothing to me now. I like that I am in a place where I can literally wave my hand at him and say, “fine. whatever. I don’t care.”

That feels amazing. Because I mean it.

Australia is a good place. And while what dreams I had for it may not come to fruition, I know one solid thing of which I will never be ashamed: I’ve done more in the last two years than most have done in 10.

I am my own juggernaut.