you do not deserve him!!

To turn your story "De jaloerse ex" into a 5000-word article in English, it requires elaboration on the events, details, and emotions, while preserving the key moments and the narrative arc. Below is an expanded version, retelling the story with more depth, dialogue, and descriptions. --- ### The Jealous Ex My name is Diana, a woman in her thirties, happily married with two beautiful children. When I look back at the beginning of our relationship, I feel proud of what my husband and I have accomplished together, despite a rocky start. Today, I want to share that experience with you. I met my husband, whom I’ll call Jurmain, through work. At the time, I was 19, and he was 25. He had been working there for a while before I joined, and we were introduced by our supervisor. We started talking and found out that we lived in the same neighborhood. Since I used to take the bus, Jurmain kindly offered to drive me home after work. At that point, our relationship was purely platonic. A few months later, Jurmain resigned from his job, explaining that he had found something better with a higher income. Even after his departure, we kept in touch through messaging apps. Eventually, he suggested we go for a walk together one day. We found a suitable day, despite his busy schedule with his new job, and we drove around the city and grabbed something to eat. After that, we began meeting up more frequently, and it didn’t take long before he confessed his love for me. It was the first time I had truly fallen in love with someone—Jurmain was incredibly handsome. We shared the same interests, and it really felt like we were made for each other. However, there was one aspect of Jurmain’s life that complicated things. He had a 3-year-old daughter named Lisa with his ex, Amy. They had been separated for about a year by then. During the week, Lisa stayed with Amy, and on weekends, she stayed with her father. It was around this time that I started receiving numerous friend requests on f*******: from fake profiles—accounts with no profile picture or with images of foreign celebrities. I didn’t accept any of these requests because I never accepted friend requests from strangers. Among these requests, however, was one from Amy. I found it odd that she sent me a friend request, so I mentioned it to Jurmain. He advised me not to accept it, explaining that they had broken up because Amy was extremely jealous and controlling. That was why he ended the relationship. Despite his advice, curiosity got the better of me, and I secretly accepted Amy's friend request. I browsed through her profile and found several photos of her and Jurmain together. She still had many of those pictures up, which made me feel uneasy. I wondered why she hadn’t deleted them if they were no longer together. One night, around 11 PM, I was fast asleep when my phone rang. Groggy and confused, I answered the call. On the other end was a woman’s voice. I asked who it was, and she replied, "It’s Amy, Jurmain’s girlfriend." I was taken aback. "What?!" I asked in disbelief. She continued, "Yes, you heard me right. He doesn’t love you; he’s going to leave you. By the way, he’s lying to you—we’re still together." I was in shock. I stared at my phone, thinking I was dreaming. When I didn’t respond, she hung up. I wondered how she got my number. Then it hit me—my phone number was on my f*******: page because I sold cupcakes and other pastries. That must have been how she found it, but how did she know I sold things? I was puzzled. I immediately called Jurmain and told him what had happened. He was furious and said he would confront Amy right away. "Don’t worry, I’ll call her now. We’re not together anymore; she’s just talking nonsense," he assured me. Later, he called me back and said that Amy had denied calling me, claiming that someone must be trying to tarnish her name. She even cried over the phone. But Jurmain knew his ex well and was familiar with her tricks, so he didn’t buy it. He reassured me that it wouldn’t happen again and that he had warned Amy severely—I shouldn’t have any more trouble from her. For a while, I didn’t hear from Amy. However, she started posting a lot of cryptic messages on f*******:. I didn’t let it bother me and just blocked her. I could see that she was a frustrated ex, so I refused to give her any attention. About a year later, Jurmain and I moved in together, and it was clear that Amy wasn’t happy about it. She couldn’t accept that Jurmain had moved on and found someone else. She didn’t want Lisa to spend weekends with us, claiming that she didn’t trust me with her daughter. For two weeks, Jurmain couldn’t reach Amy or find out where his daughter was. He threatened to go to the police. After much back and forth, Amy finally let Jurmain see Lisa again. From then on, he would pick Lisa up every Friday and return her on Sunday afternoon. During the weekends, Amy would constantly call to check on her daughter. Throughout the week, she would call Jurmain, saying that Lisa wanted to talk to him. But Lisa was only 3 years old, so there wasn’t much she could say. Amy was doing all of this on purpose. One weekend, after picking up Lisa, I took her to a birthday party for my friend’s daughter. Somehow, Amy found out and angrily called Jurmain the next day, accusing him of taking Lisa to parties without her permission. She made a huge issue out of it. Jurmain was furious and said that he would stop picking Lisa up on weekends if Amy continued to make a big deal out of everything—he couldn’t handle her behavior anymore. I was fed up with Amy’s antics, but I didn’t want Jurmain to stop seeing his daughter because of her. I advised him to stay calm and not push Lisa away because of her mother. Eventually, Jurmain started picking Lisa up only once every three months, but he still sent money for her at the end of every month. Despite this, Amy began spreading rumors that Jurmain wasn’t taking care of his daughter and was only focused on his new girlfriend—me. She even told these lies to his parents, but by then, Jurmain had already informed them about Amy’s behavior. According to Amy, I was the one who encouraged Jurmain not to pick up Lisa, and she threatened that if she ever saw me on the street, she would give me a good beating because no one comes between Lisa and her father. She promised to make my life miserable. Once again, Jurmain reassured me that I had nothing to worry about when it came to Amy. One day after work, I decided to stop by the store. After finishing my shopping, I was walking to my car when I suddenly felt a hard blow to the back of my head. Shocked, I turned around and saw Amy standing there. It was the first time I saw her in person. Before I could say anything, she shoved me backward. I fought back, but then I realized Amy wasn’t alone—she had two other women with her. They tried to hold me down so that Amy could get her hits in. They cursed and insulted me, calling me a w***e. Fortunately, bystanders quickly intervened, and their plan was foiled. The three of them sped off in a car. I went straight to the police to file a report. I had already informed Jurmain, and he went to speak with Amy’s parents, hoping they would talk some sense into her. I could see that even Jurmain was growing tired of Amy’s behavior. I was furious, and I wanted revenge. I started gathering all the information I could find about Amy because I wasn’t going to let this go—I needed to get back at her, even if it meant getting arrested. That’s how angry I was. I had already made plans with my friend and sister to teach Amy a lesson. One day, I spotted Amy leaving the gym. Just as she was about to get into her car, I approached her. She was startled when she saw me. She tried to quickly open her car door, but I stopped her. Amy started shouting insults at me, calling me names, but my friend and sister were right there, and together, we beat her up. Fueled by rage, I hit her until she lost consciousness. Some men ran over to break up the fight, and we quickly got into our car and sped off. As soon as we left, I regretted what I had done. In the car, we wondered what would happen if she were dead. When I got home, I immediately took a shower and lay down on my bed, feeling like I was about to get sick. When Jurmain came home, he asked what was wrong. I couldn’t tell him, but he could see that I was deep in thought. He asked again, but I remained silent. Thinking that I was just stressed about Amy’s behavior, he promised that he would do whatever it took to make sure she never came between us again. He would do anything. I lay there, wondering what fate had in store for me. Later that night, there was a knock at the door. Jurmain came into the bedroom and told me that the police were at the gate—they were looking for me. He asked me what had happened, and I broke down in tears as I told him the story. He stood there, shocked and devastated, holding his head in his hands. "Why?"