What A Difference A Day Makes

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.

Eyes crazy.

Bucking against the tethers.

Scared.

Lost.

Forsaken.

Have I banked too much on Mr F's happiness and personal fulfillment and not enough on my own?