I broke someone’s heart yesterday and I have all the doubts and fears connected with trying to do the “right thing.” She’s had enough shit in her life, especially over the past year, I hate adding my own bucket of grief. I don’t know. She was (and is) rising above the drama of the rest of her life but there was no real room in her life for a serious relationship. She said that there was no real room in her life for her to have time for herself and I believe it. So she was coping and feeling pretty good about things and I was starving for affection and connection. I’ve said it before, but it really seems stupid when one is feeling unloved to cut off those/the one who says that they love you, but that’s what I had to do yesterday. I hate wearin’ the black hat. JBB