Moving On

Well, it is done.

I was not brave or brilliant or even really courteous. I simple got sloppy enough that it eventually got back to David that I wanted out. I am a coward. Or too wounded to impact the change first-hand. Or both.

But we will both mend. We will both eventually move on and find our own happiness. And I think it likely that we will have a lasting friendship.

I am ready to be me again, as flawed as that person may be. I have felt like someone else for a very long time…