A month ago I made a decision to stop pretending. I was in a very dark place and I needed to fish myself out. I had been pushing away the reality that my relationship was failing, and I was hiding from the pain that it obviously wasn't going where I wanted it to go. Somehow, I left. It was very sad. But it was right. I'm committed to getting back to living with honest, down-to-earth joy. And I'm willing to take care of myself first, even when it means letting go of something