It wasn't supposed to end.

I have re-read the email 100 times. Everything in it makes sense and it's stuff I know has to be said but it still hurts just the same.

I've been told that I'm making much more of this than I should because I knew this would happen some day. I mean, I told you to make it happen! In all reality I should be happy that your life has focus and your making the right decisions.

A part of me is. That part that loves you and wants the best for you. The selfish part wants things to be the way they were. The way they were meant to be...in my mind.

According to the masses... my tantrums are ridiculous because I shouldn't carry on over something like this. Something so predictable or obvious. This is the way is has to be. The way even I know it has to be.

The tears keep coming anyway.