I looked you in the eye when I left. I listened to you cry, I answered when you asked me why I had to go. I treated you with respect and dignity. I gave you a hug and told you I was sorry. I left a few months’ rent so you could find someone else. I worried about you, and I cried a little myself that night and for weeks afterward.

But I left. That’s not the most important part to me, but it is the most important part to you.