Why I Let a Good Man Go

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This week I let a good man go, and it was the right thing to do. Don’t get me wrong, he really was a good person, but there was too much not good in his life. Let me start at the beginning. Joe (name changed for privacy) and I had gotten together three times. First at a mixer where we met and hit it off, next on a date that went phenomenally, and finally when we met up after he had been in a rough situation. From the moment I first started…