This is a marathon.

This is supposed to serve a purpose – as a lesson to myself.

It’s funny that I need that reassurance countless times. That I am doing the right thing. That I am not in the wrong here. That I am not the bad guy here. That this is the right thing. That I should get out of that hole as soon as I can, before it gets too deep. 

Countless phone calls, texts, whine asking for reassurance. Am I doing the right thing? Remind me again why I’m doing this? And they will tell me the same thing over and over again. Yes, I am doing the right thing. The most telling signs, that this is indeed, the right thing is that it didn’t bother him enough to ask why or find out what’s happening. If it really means something to him, he would ask, he would find out. But he didn’t.

He didn’t. 

There is no guilt here. I am not the bad guy here. I am doing the right thing. I am. However difficult it is doing the right thing.  

Filed under: Rant, Feelings, Moving forward, Reflections