I've done what I thought was the right thing for as long as I've known how. I don't think anyone cares, but it's very meaningful to me that I have been so careful.
I think I did what I was supposed to do. I have to be strong and accept that I have exhausted the last reasonable option for happiness in my life.
It's not going to be possible to fight this sensation anymore, and it's time to do the responsible thing and clean up the mess.
I'll do this one last dirty job, take this last hit for 'the team'. I hope this was the right path, but it really wasn't my choice.
I don't forgive you. Only a s***** would behave that cruelly. You hurt me badly and I will hate you until the day I die. I only hope that's sooner rather than later.