I told my best friend last night that I will be leaving my ABF. I've told her in the past, and she has always been supportive but skeptical. I don't blame her. How many times do we say in desperation "I can't do this anymore," and how many times do we just keep on suffering along.
This time when I told her, she was oddly quiet. When I asked what she was thinking, she said there was something in my tone that caught her by surprise. She said I sounded peaceful but determined. She wasn't sure if those were the right words, but that was what came to her mind.
I've said I'm going to leave in sorrow, anger, longing, and desperation, but I've never said it with a peace of mind before. It's as though I have accepted what I am supposed to do, and I now I just have to do it.