Sometimes we hold on to something that doesn't belong to us. You are so much better than what you settle for. I haven't talked to my ex nearly since the day I left in 1998. Her then five-year-old daughter is now 31. It took me three minutes to find her phone number about a year ago and I thought about calling her, but I didn't. I'm not 40 anymore. I need to focus on me and what lies ahead. You should as well. She's not the worst of the bunch, either.