I told him tonight that he can’t see her anymore until things change. Though he thinks it was the easiest thing for me to say or to do, it was really the hardest. To say it and mean it. I feel like a mean, horrible, spiteful, selfish human being – though logically, I know it’s for the greater good.
And I know it’s normal that I feel that.
And I’m happy that I feel that – that I still care if I hurt him, regardless of how much and the ways in which he’s hurt me.
Following through is going to be even harder than saying (and meaning) it. Worse, the following through might include avenues I didn’t want to head down, where things cannot be ignored and undone. I hate that road.
