She has simply changed the nature of her imprisonment from love to hate, and both of them are chains, and both of them keep her looking backward at him instead of forward at her own life.

The real freedom, the weightless kind, the kind I felt holding that unopened envelope, is not victory over the person who hurt you.

It is indifference to them.

It is the day you discover that they have lost all power to move you, in any direction, that you could no more be bothered to hate them than to love them, that they have become, at last, irrelevant to the life you are now living without them.

That is why I shredded the envelope unopened.