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I need to let go of my seven year marriage, but there is an even bigger and dearer part of me to let go of; I need to let go of the fear. The man that was in that bar was a real man, a real part of me, a part of me that I have known for 20 years or more, a part of me that I have saved and protected even as I have periodically hated that man. That part of me that sneaks around in the night, that hides his real desires even from himself, that man that needs anonymity and shadows, not light and intimacy. That man that fights and resists love.