Everything I wrote yesterday is true.
But for every truth there is another truth that I didn't write.
This decision was not easy. Nor was it black and white. Every side has risks... real... serious... risks.
Today I don't feel calm and assured.
Today I feel duped into martyrdom.
Today I feel like an animal headed for slaughter.
Bucking against the tethers.
Have I banked too much on Mr F's happiness and personal fulfillment and not enough on my own?