I was brave this week, very brave to let go. And for some reason, I remember thinking briefly, that I was proud of myself and it would all be absolutely fine. That I'd do it, and further validation would come on Saturday. My football team would win against his football's team... and I'd leave him and them, glorious, victorious, we'd all be happy. I had no doubt this would be the sequence of events. Never even contemplated losing - blind faith?!
My football team didn't just lose... they got smacked, whopped, beaten ... and then finally spat at in the last couple of minutes. Did I do the wrong thing?
I'm hoping that the "lesson" is just that it sucks to leave and not that I made the worst decision. No matter how empowered I felt, I've lost a big chunk of my soul. I've lost.
(Chunky souls?! hmmm?)
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