when the shit goes down

I think my longest friendship is over - and contrary to what I thought I might feel, I feel at peace. I stood up for myself, stood up for what I believed, and accept the consequences. I feel no guilt, I feel awful about the timing (just over a month before her wedding in which I am supposed to be bride's maid); but feel confident in the decision I made. The gory details are known to the people who really need to know them, I don't take what I set into motion lightly and I would very much love to change the way this last week went down. But I know that I was true to my beliefs and can stand tall knowing I did the right thing.