I want to say that I'm having a hard time but I don't know if that's the truth. I am in a strange kind of limbo of my own making. I feel guilty that I am getting out, shedding a skin, moving away from a situation that has become untenable. I feel heartless, in a way. What was I thinking would happen? Now it seems incredible that I ever believed it would work.

Probably I expect too much out of myself and others. We are human and we fail.