If I don't let her go, she can never realize what it truly is that she has. She doesn't know what life is like out there, and how hard it is. She doesn't know that because she's never had to do it - she grew up in middle class, then her next life was with me in a middle class home. She doesn't really understand that it's not like that for the majority of families out there who are grinding it out paycheck to paycheck, live in too small of a home or apartment, are letting bills go so they can buy food, and are only staying together because they can't afford to be apart. She doesn't really KNOW what she has. She only knows what she doesn't want.
But she really, really doesn't understand that those things that she doesn't want pale in comparison to the things she has.
I've read through this trying to get an idea about 'the other side' and it's here that I find words to express my fears. I get that life will be a lot harder than I've ever experienced and I hope that I can handle it but what if I can't.
I'm not trying to bogart your conversation but I just wanted to say thanks for giving me words I couldn't find.
"I feel like Rocky in the fifteenth round, beaten beyond recognition, when I realize, the only person I've been fighting for is...myself."
