Terribly Broken Hearted

I put down my phone and sighed heavily. 'Thank you.' I said the words to myself. 'Thank you for making it easier.' And with that, I knew that the tie had broken. I got what I had prayed for: total freedom. No more love and hate relationship, no more shed of tears because I wanted something that I could never ever have. I blame my logic and a large lump of empathy for a woman out there as the causes of my act of compassion. :-)

Who would have thought that this kind of relationship would be the one chosen by someone I care deeply. She told me the story carefully, knowing that there's a chance of anger, despise, or even hatred. After the family ordeal, she chose to be the second. 'Thinking too much about the consequences of what we do is just a waste of time. It's my life, it's my choice.' she said. That statement silenced me.

What had happened was beyond repair. That made me feel terrible. What's worse, the advice for future consideration was all shattered in pieces when I knew she'd do almost anything for her new life. And when I met the hubby, I was deeply broken-hearted. Out of so many guys in the world, my friend. Out of so many guys ....