Its strike me

Its strike me as ironic how little I think about my ex, if I think of him, lately.  I have made new friends, and mostly the only way I think about him is in my daughter's context.  I guess I can say that is progress.  I don't hate him, I don't wish any wrong to him, I just hardly think of him.   I used to spend every waking moment thinking of where he was, why did he said this, why did he reacted that way.  For a long time I tried to understand him.  These days  I don't even want to.  Been honest what I feel for him is: Pity. 
I realized feeling pity for him can be a hard thing to say, but it just I don't think he will ever change,  I don't care if he does either.  But my life is sooooo much better without him.  I hope he finds happiness.  As for me I will continue to make happiness in my daily life, to respect myself and others, to give and accept love and friendships. To despite my mistakes, feel proud of myself.  I have learn a lot this year.  And really life is a learning experience.  I think those who don't learn have not live a full life; I might be wrong, but I hope not.