It is enough.

I picked myself up from the depths of the darkest hell and got back on my feet.

Today I watched The Stanford Prison Experiment. And who did I see in those sadistic guards and dehumanized prisoners? An accurate metaphor of You. And me. That claustrophobic basement corridor, three cells, and isolation closet buried in the depths of Stanford University's Jordan Hall: the boundaries of my brutal, tyrannical marriage to you.

Yesterday, the court ruled on the asset case you dragged up to them, a case you fueled for over a year with the plain intent to destroy me financially, to ensure I am left with nothing, not even what I am legally entitled to according to Swedish law. Your creative accounting, fabrication of debt I should owe you because you were my husband, of forging my name on fraudulent agreements that never existed to 'chip away' (to borrow one of your most favorite phrases) the assets I should otherwise legally receive. Your intention was glaringly obvious - not content to have everything, you also pushed to leave me in debt to you: A man who earns 50,000 kr a…