This is so very true :)
He thinks he broke me. He freed me.
We haven't split but we haven't R. I think he thought he'd kill me with limbo.
Instead I got healthy even including quitting smoking (he still does) and caffeine.
Instead I got career-happy by going back to grad school and now getting a p/t job in my dream field. I graduate in a year and will have hard-to-get experience to put on my resume.
He has no one. I have tons of friends and family I now spend lots of time and love on.
My son sees him for what he is without me saying a thing and feels somewhat sorry for him but thinks I am awesome :) and he loves us both which makes me supremely happy and H pissed off 
I've cemented some financial security, he has none.
I have happy days every single day because I choose to. He has none because that is what he chooses. And that is just fine.
Then he sees me being all WooHooHappy! and thinks he'll screw with me more by intentionally getting me pregnant when we both agreed we were done, I'm too old, yadayadayada and thinks he'll make me scared, miserable, and facing an impossible decision or impossible situation and create a lot more drama for me but instead I get all smiling happy serene momma vibe going and I'm still loving life.
Dunno if its the prozac or I have been fixed by Grace but its all good and I'm waiting for karma to bite me in the ass because I see him looking haggard and beat and miserable and I think "phew, glad that isn't me anymore" instead of feeling bad for him.
