In case you were wondering,
I am honestly fine. No joke.
It wasn’t a hard thing to do.
It is in the aftermath that I suffer. I keep thinking of this analogy of killing a person, but maybe I should just get Krista to write it for me.
I’m just sad that it got to this point where seeing him was no longer an issue. That I didn’t care that I rarely saw him or got excited to see him. I couldn’t fit into his list of priorities, and I couldn’t handle not being number 1.
So that’s the story, and I’m sticking to it.
