I have a problem with making myself be heard and listened to.

On the One Hand...

I *do* love her.

But on the other hand...

Sometimes I feel like the only reason I'm still here is because I'm afraid. The same way I was afraid that Natalie and her kids would be out on the street if I moved out, I'm afraid she may hurt or kill herself if I leave her.

We're driving each other insane...