One force was my troubled past. I’d kept that broken person crouched down as long as she was willing, and the moment I became too vulnerable to cover for her, she stretched her folded legs and stood to her feet, the size of Goliath. Some of the guilt and self-hatred that plagued me in the midst and aftermath of this season came from the absolute certainty that others had suffered far worse and handled it far better. How pathetic could I be?
