The Right Thing, or the Easy Thing

My father always taught me that being a man is doing what’s right, even when it’s difficult. I’ve tried to hold true to that, but it’s not always easy.

I’ve recently made the most difficult decision of my life, and it’s tearing me apart inside. Knowing that I hurt someone I love makes it even harder, but I had no choice.

Fuck, man. I wish…I wish a lot of things. I suppose that doesn’t matter, though. If wishes were fishes, we’d all be eating sushi.

I don’t have an explanation, I don’t have an excuse, a valid reason, nothing. All I could offer was the truth and a good-bye.

As my father said, “Well, son. You do what you gotta do.” Simple, but true.

I still love her.