It wasn’t so much that I felt he was right, as that I felt less righteous. This was complicated. There was more than one way to look at it. It wasn’t about good and evil. If I looked at the big picture, it still made sense to go forward together, even under the new terms. I felt good about our resolution in the moment, but over the next day, my mood plummeted. At first I suspected it was some sort of repressed anger. As I reflected, however, I realized I was grieving a loss. It wasn’t about him or our relationship. It was about me. I was grieving the loss of certainty."