What am I to do? The person I structured my world around has been ripped away from me. Except it’s not quite that bad. It’s worse. It’s like they’ve got their finger under the edge and I’m bowing under the pressure. It’s like a table with 3 legs. She can twist and rip me and I’m not away enough to stop that. This makes no sense to anyone except me but that’s ok. I’m still vulnerable and she’s got the trigger to a fully loaded pistol.