She experienced the pain of hunger and homeless poverty and the horror that comes from that. Her icy grip on these fears have not seemed to have loosened despite my best efforts in the past decade in the demonstrations of no missed meals or rent.
She hates me for so many reasons… none of which seems to have a louder scowl than my abilities to not let her lie in her pain.
Sometimes I just have to acknowledge that I am powerless and let life have her way. You win.