Why is doing the right thing sometimes so hard? Tonight I stood up for what I knew was the right, best, smartest, most responsible decision, even though it caused a lot of drama. At the time, it wasn't hard. I knew what I had to do, and did it. But dealing with the aftermath was definitely not fun. And I'm sure it's not over. Tomorrow will probably bring on a whole new wave of anger. Oh well I guess. I did what's best for me and my son. And that's what counts, right?
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