I could see it in Hugh’s eyes that it was over for him, that my actions tonight only solidified his decision to walk away. I had spent weeks trying to convince myself I did the right thing. That in the long run, Hugh would be better off hating me. If he didn’t love me, he couldn’t get hurt. If he stayed away from me, he would be safe. Therefore, I should have been feeling glad about the disappointment in his eyes. It was what I wanted, after all. What needed to happen to set him free from the hell that was loving me.
