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Blood Dragon

Is there no one, in this treatment process, that can see what is happening to you and tell her? Clearly, you telling her isn't working; she's hearing what she wants. Blaming others for...hey, wait a minute.
No, I'm not going to say it.

Back to my question.
Is there no one to stand for you?
Is there no one she will listen to, that can see and hear what is happening with you?


And what - if anything - can I do to help?


I've almost said it a dozen times in the last 24 hours.

I walked, for over an hour, on Sunday morning to try to get past my anger, and get to what was underneath. What was underneath was hurt and fear. And when I got to the point where I could express that as rationally as I could, well . . . that's what I was met with.

88 fucking days of her getting the goddamn *privilege* of having nothing to do but work on her issues. And 8 weeks out, I'm just to fucking be better. Because . . . I was afforded that privilege as well? Because . . . I'm supposed to forget the last 18 months? Because . . . oh . . . wait . . . .

Because I'm the fucking rock. Now I remember.

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