Good God, you're a real prize, y'know?
Let me tell you a little story.
Many years ago, my late mother, when she was still alive, told me about a night she spent playing chess with my ex-wife-to-be.
My mother won the first game. My "wife" insisted on a rematch, saying "I know what I did wrong", and insisting "I know I can win this time."
So, they played another game.
My mother won.
My soon-to-be-ex-wife insisted on another game.
Yup, you guessed it. Same outcome, same protests, same badgering for yet another game.
It was getting late. My mother was getting tired. So my mother said OK, we'll play another game.
My mother threw the game, to get it over with.
My not-yet-ex jumped for joy, gleefully proclaiming, "I won! I won! See? I TOLD you I could win! I won! I WON!"
And that's how the evening ended.
Well, it's getting late, and I'm getting tired.
You win, dear.
My grandmother always told me if you had to tell people that you won, you didn't.
Sounds like you and the ex should have stayed married; you were made for each other.