My WH passed away 4 years ago. I have a lot of clarity now and so does he.
I am the prize. I never cheated on him. I was loyal throughout our entire marriage. I trusted him. I loved him. And I even believed in him when he didn't believe in himself.
I supported him and his goals and encouraged him to be his best self, all while he had other women on the side, living his best secret life and leaving me behind.
I looked forward to seeing him when he would come home from work after not seeing him for several day's.
I loved him dearly from the bottom of my heart.
I felt he was truly my best friend with true intentions for me. My soulmate.
But none of this was the case for him.
Sadly he took advantage of my loyalty and trust in him.
He used me to hide behind his secret dark life.
He piled good on me to cover up the bad he was doing.
His truth while on this earth was not in my best interest. Instead, he showed me through his actions and treatment towards me that he never did love me when he was still on this earth.
His truth was to live a double life of other women, booze and lies and to kick me to the curb because I'm guessing that he didn't think I was good enough, pretty enough, and he didn't value me enough.
But now he is sorry. And that he loves me. Wants forgiveness. I'm the best he's ever had. Those women where nothing to him. Truth! I don't need to lie.
How can that be because when he was alive he treated me with disrespect and disdain. He couldn't stand me.
I can now see that not only was I the prize back then but I'm even more of a prize today, and I will never allow anyone else to tell me otherwise ever again.
Yes, I am the prize. I can now walk and hold my head high.