When my ex and I were in the process of splitting up we'd get into arguments and say some really nasty things to each other. Who hasn't been there, right?

I remember one argument in particular, solely because of the cutting things that he said to me, and how even now, a year and a half removed, it still stings.

I can't remember specifically what we were arguing about, but I'm sure it had everything to do with the fact that he was leaving me, pregnant, and abandoning our son.

A quick recap for those of you that haven't read all of my past blogs: Levi lost a significant amount of money when I was six months pregnant, and rather than owning up to it and figuring it out as a couple, he decided to leave, move to Los Angeles, and work out out a plan to earn it back.

He told me, at six months pregnant, that my options were to either raise my son by myself, or put him up for adoption. He was pushing the adoption thing (even though my son was a planned pregnancy), and once even went as far as to tell me that I could "get a hundred grand for a white Jewish baby."

So, we're arguing about all of this (and please keep in mind that I'm pregnant, very hormonal, and completely distressed), and a bunch of things were said, which led to me calling him a loser. Well, apparently calling Levi a loser is the most inflammatory thing you can call him, because he then said to me the worst thing he's ever said to me.

It went like this: "Loser!?!" he screamed. "How dare you call me a loser! I've made millions of dollars in my life, gained the respect of hundreds of celebrities and powerful people. What have you ever accomplished in your life, Faith?" Before I could answer him, he said, "All you've ever done is get pregnant — that, and you look pretty good."

Ouch.

I cried, obviously. I felt humiliated that someone that I loved, someone that I was willing to give my whole life to, willing to bear his child, felt this way about me.

It was then that I realized that he never truly loved me, that I was nothing more than a young, pretty girl, nothing more than a trophy to him, to show off to his friends.

It was shortly thereafter — after I had some time to digest that disgusting comment — that I made a commitment to myself. I made a commitment to make myself proud of me; to never again rely on another person to make me feel good about myself.

It took a lot of work, but today, I am proud of me. I'm proud of the way I've dealt with Levi thus far, I'm proud of my amazing son, and I'm proud of everything I've accomplished (and it's been a lot) since the day he said that to me.

I'm still amazed at how people we've loved, or maybe even still do love, can say such hurtful things. I suppose that in the moment we don't realize how damaging words can be; sometimes it seems that breakups and divorce have the ability to suddenly render us children once again.