Maybe people like their status quo, even if it seemed like they were miserable. Maybe I should have not disturbed it. I live openly and honestly and hate to see pain. I loved him too much, I suppose. I still do and it makes me want to disappear, so that I am not the one making him miserable. If people were only free to be openly kind without it generating hate in others, it would feel so freeing. My love for him, made others strike out and be cruel, so what good am I doing for anyone at all? My mother used to call me goody two shoes like being nice was a bad thing. Maybe it is.