As I lay in my hospital bed I voiced out my decision to my mate regardless of the fact that both of us would be hurting. "I've had to deal with you not caring for 5 good years Brent and I'm done. Here's your ring and when I've recovered I'll come and get my things." "No you can't leave! You're my mate." He argued back "Brent I am done fighting for you and for this relationship and getting hurt okay. I am done." I stated to him and turned back to rest my heard on my friends shoulder. One day my Grandmother fell in love with my grandfather. It wasn't all pretty and happy as I expected. No there were downfalls in their love and moments when they wished they'd never met each other. But the real test was believing that no matter how bad the situation got they would come back together. Or is that just fairy-tale?