You saw her and, just like that, you couldn’t handle yourself anymore. She takes over everything around you and I no longer know where my place is in all of this - if there is a place at all. I wish you would stand up to her. I wish you would give us a chance. I wish you would stop accepting things as they are and start to make life what you want it to be, whether I’m there or not. I wish a lot of things. Perhaps I should stop convincing myself that one day this will all change. But I suppose, for now, only time will tell.