I feel sad like I left you in the child drop box at the fire station.
I feel mad that I didn’t dig deeper to make things work out between us.
I feel depressed that I had to move on with my life without you.
I feel relieved that I don’t have to care for you anymore.
I feel happy that you’re in better hands now.
I feel bored without the challenge of making you better.
I feel blessed knowing that my relationship with God defines me, not you.
I feel pride knowing how much I’ve grown since I let you go.