“I’m not weak. I’m not going to crumble.” “I know—” “Do you? Because you sometimes look at me like you expect me to fall apart in front of your eyes. But you, of all people, should know better than that. I didn’t break when I got Type 1. Or when you walked out of my life and broke my damn heart. And I’m not going to break because some asshole is trying to scare me.”