WTF.

What I assumed were mere rumours turned out to be for real. I'm supposed to be happy, but somehow there's a gut feeling it just another passing stage. Perhaps I've seen too much... I feel strangely however like it a burden off my shoulders. I finally have no needs to worry or care, at least not for her. The only fear I have is the aftermath, which may be of any consequences although it is no longer in my jurisdiction.