It’s always a shame whenever I have to push her away. She’s so frail. I don’t know if she will ever truly heal. I can’t help but feel that I’m back to once again pick up the broken pieces; to be the adult. Because she can’t be. Because she’ll just cut herself on the shards and I’ve worked way too hard to get us past all that bullshit. It’s always a shame but it just has to be this way.