The words finally came out. As tears streamed down my face and pain took over my heart, I walked away, away from the woman whom I treated like my own mother, away from the woman who had hurt me. Away from the pain which used to haunt me day and night. Away from the love I once held onto so tightly.
But I knew I had to leave as soon as possible. I was afraid I'd change my mind. I was afraid I'd deliberate, ruminate, agonize, rationalize and talk myself into not going on with what I had to do.