Sometimes, I really feel like I'm caught between that old rock and whirlpool.
If I say, "No," I hurt him. He knows that I have to say no sometimes, but the fact is, if I don't help him, he has nothing and no one. And I love him. I don't want him to have nothing.
I don't want to do this anymore. I don't like fighting, and I don't like hurting, and I don't like seeing him hurt.