Sometimes, the guilt over what Frank would be eating, how he’d be coping, overwhelms me. But I try to remember all the reasons I had to leave. And not only that, but the way I had to leave. Sometimes, I feel like I let him down. Like I abandoned him. But I know now it’s my loyalty talking. My empathetic nature. It has nothing to do with Frank, except the part where he exploited that part of me to control me. I see the difference now.
