It wasn't easy, and not the most admirable, but honestly? Hating him helped. A lot. Though I have forgiven him, I will never stop hating him. But I hold no regrets. That marriage taught me a lot about myself, about love, about life in general. I felt like I'd grown ten feet tall! It taught me that I deserved someone worthy of my loyalty and honesty--on my terms, on my level. I swore to my soul that I would not settle for anything less than those two things in another relationship. Today, I wish that I could be friends with DH#1, for our son and granddaughter's sake. But alas, I cannot.