I felt detached when I really started to enjoy my independence. I felt at ease with the understanding that it wasn't my responsibility to make her happy any longer. I just had myself and boys to think about. It was really a rush of freedom for me. I got so sick and tired of always thinking of her and OM that it was sucking the life's blood from me. I just stopped caring and that's when life become much more enjoyable for me. I was physically separated from her which I think made it easier.
"It is curious that physical courage should be so common in the world and moral courage so rare." -Mark Twain
