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~Stuart~ It’s been several days now, but the pain is gone. I did what I needed to do, and life is getting better. I had to let Kimberly go; I had to reject her. She felt the pain but quickly accepted my rejection. I guess she never really cared for me, and that’s what I’ve been trying to come to terms with all this time. The first few days, my heart was heavy. I wasn’t sure if I had made the right decision. So many times, I was tempted to return to Kimberly and beg her forgiveness. I would get up, put my shoes on, and walk to the door. Before I could turn that knob, I would walk away and sit back down. That wasn’t the way; it wasn’t what I needed to do. These days I’ve been rethinking my choices. I made so many mistakes, and for what? I thought Kimberly was the person I needed in my li