My brain replays what he has just said. Yes, I want to get this over with. He isn’t wrong. Why the hell else does he think I am even here? I am here to do the right thing and get this done. So I can then find a way to work on the gut wrenching, soul-destroying shit going on within my mind, in my shattered remnants of my heart, and find a way to cope with it so I can then somehow find a way to continue living my life. Albeit alone now. And hopefully, find some semblance of happiness if possible.

So yes, I am here to get this...