Divorce Took It All, I Built Back

She Won the Divorce. I Won the Future. When she cheated, the lawyers moved fast.

She kept the house. Both cars. The joint accounts. Even the furniture I paid for.

I signed papers with shaking hands and walked out with nothing but debt and a duffel bag.

She celebrated like she’d escaped prison. New friends. New clothes. New man.

Money burned fast when it wasn’t earned. I disappeared. Worked mornings, nights,

weekends. Failed quietly. Learned loudly. While she upgraded her lifestyle,

I downgraded mine on purpose. No vacations. No flexing. No noise.

Years passed. One risk paid off. Then another. Then everything compounded.