Today is the birthday of my (abusive) ex: the main contributor to my PTSD. Today I am grateful that he kept a decent paying job and managed his finances well which has made him now financially able to provide money to my PTSD daughter, because I can't.
I'm especially grateful that my sons had the balls to put their father up to it under threat they'd disown him. And, I'm especially grateful that I had the strength, the knowledge, and other male friends that helped to instill knowing right from wrong, respect for women, and back bone in my sons to enable them to call a spade a spade and have the willingness to throw a bad card away if it didn't serve playing the game to everyone's favor.