I was scrolling through Facebook, and there he was. The forgotten memory. The ex. The cheating fiancé who “got it all” while I had to start over. They promoted him to Sargent while I will never be a cop again. At first I was angry and disgusted when I looked at his picture. But then I realized, I won. He does not deserve that promotion, but it has nothing to do with me. Do not waste my energy on that. I do not want that life. I do not want his corrupt no morals self. He did not accept me. I was guided to where I am now, I hit every bump in the road, but I survived. I’m with someone that lets me do me. I can look back at a picture now and shrug. That guy is really just the forgotten memory.