Yesterday was a huge milestone for me in my search for peace.  After over three years of waiting and four months of wrestling with the courts, I finally have an order for my ex-husband to returnmy belongings.  I have to pay half of the shipping costs, but it's a small price to pay to have those pieces of my history back.

This battle has allowed me to realize how pathetic his life has become, while mine has  only continued to prosper.  He has continued his cycle of manipulation and abuse with the next contestant, but I have escaped and gone on to find true love.  I was able to see how hungry he is for power and control, and how disgusting that hunger can be.  And I was able to rise above it.  That's the key.  Maybe someday I can forgive him for everything he's put me through.  Having my possessions returned is certainly a good way to start.