I quit my job yesterday.
I got home a little before 4 a.m. I woke up at 5:30 to get ready and drive to work. I feel so numb. I’m in pain at such a deep emotional state that I can’t even describe. There are so many things left unsaid and too many things that were said. The love for another can be so profound, so deep, and so real; but ultimately reaccuring events will never solve a problem. I’ve loved far too long, far too much, far too hard to walk away. I support where and when needed; I don’t ignore it to make stress flee. This also makes me an enabler and I refuse to enable from this day on.