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She Left Me Because I ‘Lacked Ambition’… Now She Regrets Everything | TRUE STORY
Sep 11, 2025
#redditrelationship #aita #redditstories She Left Me Because I ‘Lacked Ambition’… Now She Regrets Everything | TRUE STORY Three years ago, my wife left me because she believed I wasn’t ambitious enough. She wanted someone “driven,” someone like a guy from her office named Damian. I spent months feeling lost and questioning my worth—until I rebuilt my life from the ground up. From heartbreak and self-doubt to building a creative agency I love, this is the story of how being broken made me whole again—and how the same woman who left me came back, full of regret. This isn’t a story about revenge. It’s about growth, healing, and realizing that you were always enough. 💔 Divorce. 💼 Redemption. ❤️ A new love that didn’t ask me to change. 👉 Watch until the end for the final message she sent me. 🔔 Don’t forget to like, subscribe, and share if this story resonates with you or someone you know.
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Three years ago, I thought I was living
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a fairy tale. My wife, Vivien, was the
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kind of woman you dream about,
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brilliant, beautiful, and driven. We had
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been together for 6 years, married for
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three. Our lives were simple. I worked
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as a freelance graphic designer, content
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with our quiet apartment and our
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predictable weekends. But Vivian, she
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was a meteor. Her career in tech
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marketing was a constant climb, and she
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often made me feel like I was holding
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her back. Marcus, you're so talented,
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but you're wasting it, she'd say,
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scrolling through her phone.
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You could be running your own agency by
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now. Look at Damian from my work. He
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started his own consulting firm and is
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already making six figures.
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Damian, I should have paid closer
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attention to how his name seemed to slip
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into every conversation about my work. I
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tried to explain that I was happy, that
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my business was growing at its own pace,
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but she'd just shake her head. You're
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not ambitious enough, she said one
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night, the words like a cold slap. I
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need a partner who wants more from life.
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Her words cut deep because a part of me
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believed her. I started working longer
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hours, chasing bigger projects, trying
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to prove I wasn't the unambitious
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dreamer she saw.
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But it was never enough. She'd come home
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late, tired and frustrated, and the
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fighting became a constant hum in our
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home.
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The end came on a Tuesday in October.
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She walked into my office, her face
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unreadable.
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Marcus, we need to talk. The air went
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still. I knew. I knew from the way she
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couldn't meet my eyes.
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I can't do this anymore, she said, her
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voice thin. I love you, but I need
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someone who shares my ambitions, who
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wants to build something bigger. I sat
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there frozen, the cursor on my computer
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screen blinking like a heartbeat I
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couldn't feel. Is there someone else? I
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asked. She hesitated for just a moment
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too long. No, this is about us, about
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what we want from life. But I knew the
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divorce was swift. She wanted out and I
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was too numb to fight. I stayed in the
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apartment. She took most of the savings.
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We were both left with our fractured
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pride. For the first few months, I was
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lost. The habits of 6 years were hard to
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break. I'd wake up expecting to see her.
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catch myself buying her favorite coffee
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and cook for two out of habit. But
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slowly, a quiet, unexpected change
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began.
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Without her constant criticism and the
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pressure to be something I wasn't, I
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started rediscovering who I was. I took
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on projects I was passionate about.
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Redesigning the branding for a local
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bookstore, illustrating a book for an
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indie author, and starting a blog about
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design philosophy that somehow gained a
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small but dedicated following. 8 months
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after the divorce, my phone rang. It was
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a tech company in Portland. They had
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seen my blog and wanted me to lead a
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complete visual overhaul of their
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platform. It was a massive six-month
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project with a payout that eclipsed my
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previous 2 years earnings.
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More than the money, it was the creative
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challenge I had always dreamed of. I
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threw myself into it, working 18-hour
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days. I collaborated with developers and
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designers, building something I was
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truly proud of. When the platform
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launched to critical acclaim, my phone
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exploded with new opportunities.
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Companies wanted to work with me. Design
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magazines wanted interviews. I was
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invited to speak at conferences.
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Within a year, my small freelance
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operation had become a boutique agency.
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Exactly the kind of thing Vivien always
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said I should build. But here's the
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thing. I wasn't doing it for her. I
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wasn't trying to prove anything to
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anyone. I was doing it because I loved
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the work. Because I had found my own
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voice and my own path. For the first
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time in years, I felt like myself.
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Then on a late spring evening, a text
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buzzed on my phone from a number I
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hadn't seen in over a year. Viven.
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Marcus, it's Vivien. I know this is
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probably weird, but I was wondering if
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we could talk. I heard about your
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success and I'm so proud of you. Maybe
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we could grab coffee sometime. I stared
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at the message, a strange mix of
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curiosity and anger churning inside me,
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but mostly I just felt tired.
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I didn't respond. A week later, she
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called. Marcus, I know you're busy, but
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I really would like to see you. Her
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voice was smaller, the old confidence
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gone. I made a mistake. I see that now.
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You were always ambitious. You just
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needed to find your own path. I'm with
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someone now, I said quietly. There was a
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long pause. Oh, is it serious?
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I thought of Nora, the illustrator I had
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met at a design conference. She
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understood my work, supported my vision,
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and never made me feel like I had to be
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anything other than myself. Yes, I said.
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It is. I see. Another pause. And then
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she asked the question that I had been
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waiting for all this time. Did you know
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about Damian and me? I suspected, I
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said, the truth finally feeling like a
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weight lifted.
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I'm sorry. I know that doesn't mean much
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now, but I was so focused on what I
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thought I wanted that I threw away what
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I actually had.
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What happened with Damian? I asked,
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though I already had a feeling I knew
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the answer. He He wasn't who I thought
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he was. The consulting firm was mostly
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hype. He was drowning in debt, lying
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about his success. Everything fell apart
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6 months ago.
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A strange mix of vindication and sadness
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washed over me. Not for Damian, but for
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Viven, for the person she had become in
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her relentless pursuit of a life that
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was never real. "I'm sorry," I said, and
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I meant it. "Are you happy?" she asked,
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her voice a whisper. I looked around my
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office at the awards on the wall, the
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photos from conferences, the sketches of
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new projects that filled me with
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excitement. But more than that, I
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thought about the peace I had found, the
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confidence I had built, and the
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relationship with someone who saw my
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worth.
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Yes, I said. I really am. We talked for
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a few more minutes, but there wasn't
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much left to say. She apologized again.
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I wished her well, and we hung up. But
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the messages didn't stop. Over the next
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few months, they came sporadically. She
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had seen an article about my company,
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heard I was speaking at a conference, or
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found one of my designs in a magazine.
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Each message was a small, quiet
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confession.
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I was wrong about you. You were always
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enough. I threw away the best thing in
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my life. I never responded.
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Not out of cruelty, but because I had
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moved on. I had found something better
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than her validation, my own. The last
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message came three weeks ago. Vivien
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Marcus, I drive by your office
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sometimes. I see the lights on late at
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night and I think about how wrong I was
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about you. You were building something
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beautiful and I was too blind to see it.
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I know you won't respond to this, but I
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needed you to know. You were always
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ambitious enough. I was just too broken
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to recognize it.
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I showed the message to Nora that night.
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She read it quietly, then looked up at
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me.
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Do you feel sorry for her?
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I thought about it for a moment.
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I feel sorry for the person she was when
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she was with me. The person who needed
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everyone else to be different so she
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could feel whole.
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I smiled.
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And now I'm grateful. She taught me that
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the right person doesn't need to change
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you to love you. And that's the story of
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the woman who broke my heart and made me
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question everything about myself. She
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taught me a lesson I could never have
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learned any other way. That I was enough
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exactly as I was.