I can't tell you how wonderful it felt to write the last entry.

I've not written about what's going on, or talking about it with most people, because it seemed inappropriate. Rice had asked me to write nice things about him online so people wouldn't think ill of him, even though I hadn't written about why I was leaving.

But this hasn't done me any good. Time and time again, it has gotten back to me that I left him to go be a writer in California. This wasn't true. I left for California because there were opportunities for work and education and a support system I didn't have in Idaho. And, honestly, because I thought it was best to have some distance to heal.

I think there's a fine line between airing public laundry and expressing oneself.

I hope I haven't crossed the line.

But it feels so good to have at least part of it in the open.