Stomach ... in ... knots ...

I am terrible at taking rejection, but it turns out that I'm even worse at giving rejection. This house-buying thing puts you in the position of trusting people who you've met only once with a huge aspect of your life, and there seems to be no simple way to pull the plug on a person once momentum starts. I felt kind of bad when we turned down the first real estate agent we talked to, even though he knew we were interviewing several people, but he'd taken his time to meet with us and answer a lot of questions. Today we had to break up with our lender, who we'd already gone down the road with quite a ways, but who was hard to reach and brushed back a lot of questions we had. I think we made the right decision, and it's just business, right? But I still feel queasy inside, having to deliver bad news. I'd make a terrible doctor. Or businessperson. Or pretty much anyone with responsibility, authority, assets, or power. Good thing I'm lowly ol' me.