Last night I made the painful decision to end a long-term relationship. This isn't the first time we've split; I've made several half-hearted attempts to leave over the years, including one two-year hiatus. But in the end, despite all the pain and guilt involved, despite knowing there were better options out there for me, I always came crawling back.
But not any more.
I'm a vegetarian. I don't eat anything with a face. Even Ben & Jerry's.