I let them go. It had been hard, to give them up. I loved them more than I had ever loved anyone or anything. And I genuinely thought that I would have died giving them up.
I survived. I came out on the other side heartbroken and ragged, but alive. They are better for it. And I guess I’m probably better for it too. I just don’t feel like it.
Sacrifice is worth it, they say. That in the long run, I will feel good for doing what I did to help them. Today, I just want to die.