It's like when someone dies, the initial stages of grief seem to be the worst. But in some ways, it's sadder as time goes by and you consider how much they've missed in your life. In the world.
I wondered why I was so startled by the encounter when there was something that seemed utterly inevitable about the moment. Not in any grand, destined sense; just in the quiet, stubborn way that unfinished business has of imposing its will on the unwilling.
One way isn't better than the other; they're just different.
The person who wants out of the relationship always gets her way.
Things certainly aren't the way you imagine them when you're a kid and dreaming big dreams about what your life as a grown-up will look like.