an open letter to my EX husband

Who I was , what I am, where I am going.
It's been nearly ten years since I last saw you. looking back on our time I can't for the life of me recognize the person you knew. She was angry, insecure, demanding, and more than a bit wrong. for those things I am truly sorry. I NEEDED to feel as though you would love me despite who I was and I acted in ways that leave me baffled in retrospect.
I have no intentions of opening a dialog with you. I want nothing from you. I simply need to clear the air.
That girl from a decade ago was frightened of her self.
I am not.
That girl was at best illiterate.
I am about 9 credits shy of two associate degrees (one in education and one in psych).
That girl was terrified of her own tomorrows.
I am chasing tomorrow with all I have (admittedly with a butcher knife in hand.. but hey it's still an improvement.)
That girl was a victim of her past.
I boss the ghosts of my history around while wearing a brigadiers helmet.
That girl allowed a tiny broken doll to dictate her life.
I am a FREE agent.
That girl dreamed about being somebody anybody.
I finally understand that I am more than a somebody.
There are so many things I want to say.
I want to speak to you sometimes, I want to tell you all about my new grand daughter, and share with you the terror I'm experiencing while watching my youngest little evil grown into a strong bright young woman. I want to ask your advice about which college I should chase to further my psych degree but I hear you have a wife and a life and I am so happy thinking you have found some one who suits you.