The harsh truths and fear that I would turn out just like her. Bitter. Destructive. It was all so much. Too much. And it didn’t stop. All the painful moments of my life kept coming in startling clarity. Gods, it was unbearable. I couldn’t do this. I couldn’t relive those moments. And, gods, I knew there were more. More heartbreak. More loss. Even harsher truths. Worse times. I didn’t want to go through it again. I was weak.
