I kind of figured that once I made my decision to leave, people would ask me about it. Maybe they’d check on me to see how it was affecting me and if I needed to talk. Turns out that most people would rather just avoid you. I suppose it’s a good thing that I don’t much feel like talking about it anyway.

It’s a funny thing to watch happen, though. Everything and everyone in your life comes into perspective and you realize (or maybe you’ve known all along) who you really need and want in your life.