Feliz día de San Valentín!
Now I feel the calm after the storm.
I've never felt so relieved about ending a relationship (friendship or otherwise) before. There were definitely good times. Great times in fact. I'll miss those a lot and don't know when I'll be that happy again - but after what I saw last night, I think I now know a different person that sees me for who my friends are and not for who I am. I've already ended one very good relationship in the past because I wasn't willing to accept losing one friend at the request of another. Both decisions took less than 5 seconds. I dare someone to try for a third. The person that doesn't ask me to make those tough choices is probably the better person and friend.
It might be a little bit strange that a "break-up" can create such a good Valentine's Day, but this one certainly took the cake. I went to bed with a smile on my face and woke up this morning feeling great for finally saying exactly what I felt. It takes quite a bit to get me visibly upset, so I tried to be nice at first. Very hard. Unfortunately, they say people in glass houses shouldn't throw stones, and I had a few boulders of BS thrown at me. That house went down and hard. I've never before taken pleasure from another person's sorrow, but after what I heard last night I have no sympathy for that. None.
Now I have an afternoon of games to look forward to and then seeing the person I've never wanted to see so badly before. One that has nothing to do with all of this. I wish everyone could have had the same sense of fulfillment for their Valentine's Day.