Ha. Ha.
I used to think this was a cute joke, but apparently the joke was on me. I bent over backwards for four years to help her, let her grow, give her a safe place, show her she was loved, and allow her to finally find some ways to have fun for herself. At least once all the suing and garnishing and reposessing is done, I'll never have to deal with that mess, or her (which some might say are indistinguishable) ever again. Today, I have someone sane, stable, healthy, and appropriately communicative and demonstrative. It's so nice not having to constantly meter myself and be willing to constantly stop short of what I want on account of someone else's problems.
