To heal I needed to hate her for all the pain she had left me with. But I couldn’t. I couldn’t, because, although her (and mine) love was flawed in many ways, it was sincerely held. How could I hate someone that once loved me so deeply? How could I make her into something that she wasn’t? So, I knew there was no easy way out. This poisonous cup was for me alone to drink; undiluted, down to the last drop.