Many years ago I was beginning to see that I had to radically break from a friend (lover? soulmate?) I loved deeply and thought I would eventually grow old with because she was, well, a toxic, hateful, destructive person. I was telling my therapist about how she always managed to pull me into her bottomless darkness, yet I still couldn't help but tie myself to her mast. My therapist simply looked me in the eyes and said solemnly, "You have choices. You can choose how you want to live your life." That was the beginning of an end that I couldn't believe would ever come, but without which I wouldn't be alive today.
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In other words, I feel you.
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