What part of the words "I'm leaving" do I never really understand? What part of "Do not mistake my silence for acceptance" does not make someone stop and think? And what if one person can not tell another the truth when they needed to, when will they ever be able?
Leaving sometimes is the only way to allow another the dignity of following their own path in this world. No blame, no shame, no game. I look back over the last eight years and think that if things had been said back then things would have been so different.
I ask myself "why couldn't that have been said?" How many things would have been different. Yet I know I can't change that now and everything that has happened since can not be changed either.
As some of my friends online know, I made some choices these last months that had me right to a point of being basically homeless. Yet things have turned out that I am moving about 300 miles north of here to Fort Worth to live. I am renting a room off of someone and we will see how that goes.
I just need some time to put things into order and restart some of my projects that have been on hold while I work through my own feelings this year. I am very grateful to those who have been here for me when they were able.
So this week starts the new chapter for us.