Something had to happen. I couldn't go on like this way. I felt like my presence here was causing most of the trouble. Well, I could sure fix that!

That was the last straw. I had heard "Get Out!" the last time. My heart was breaking, but it wasn't the first time, and I knew, if I stayed, it wouldn't be the last. I loved Rudy, but if I made him that unhappy I would give him his freedom, and this company that I was beginning to despise. I loved it in the beginning. I enjoyed helping him run it, but not anymore. Someone had taken all the joy and love out of our life, and I was afraid it could never be put back