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[nny]

It's difficult to support someone when you think what they're doing is wrong, and it's difficult when you like them anyway. It's difficult when you think that yeah - it might be for the best that they're punished according to the law, because maybe they'll learn from it - and to still be terrified that they'll do something stupid and not have the chance to learn anything at all. It's difficult when they have a kid, really. Because... how stupid could you be to risk that? And how much worse will the seperation be? Do they deserve that?


All in all, I'm not sure quite how to feel about this. Mostly worried, I guess.

Comments

[tropes.livejournal.com]

Have been in a similar situation a few times.

Is so hard to know where to stand.

And it's so so hard to know when to cut line. Because sometimes you just have to, because people take and take and don't always give back. And when someone's fucking things up that massively, there's often a lot of taking.

>:D

[tropes.livejournal.com]

...That is a hug, not an evil grin. I swear.

[indy-go.livejournal.com]

I bequeath my smile in Josie's icon upon you. *hugs tight*

Am almost afraid to ask what's up with them, this time -- or is it just fallout from previous occasions? Either way, not easy. And I know exactly what you mean. There's a bit of a saving grace inherent in the fact that you needn't pass judgement upon them, because that's for the law to decide. However, your own well-being is at stake as well, and knowing when to be supportive and when to say "enough" is a hard, hard thing.

And it's ten times worse when there's a child involved.

*hugs more*

[book-people.livejournal.com]

I'm sorry you have to go through that. It must be hard.

Don't know if this will help, but I found a poem for you (I look for poetry on the 'net when I'm feeling depressed or afraid, etc. It helps to know someone else felt something similar). It's by Sandra McPherson (don't know if you've heard of her).

BAD MOTHER BLUES

When you were arrested, child, and I had to take your pocketknife
When you were booked and I had to confiscate your pocketknife
It had blood on it from where you'd tried to take your life

It was the night before Thanksgiving, all the family coming over
The night before Thanksgiving, all the family coming over
We had to hide your porno magazine and put your handcuffs undercover

Each naked man looked at you, said, Baby who do you think you are
Each man looked straight down on you, like a waiting astronomer's star
Solely, disgustedly, each wagged his luster

I've decided to throw horror down the well and wish on it
Decided I'll throw horror down the well and wish on it
And up from the water will shine my sweet girl in her baby bonnet

A thief will blind you with his flashlight
but a daughter be your bouquet
A thief will blind you with his flashlight
but a daughter be your bouquet
When the thief's your daughter you turn your eyes the other way

I'm going into the sunflower field where all of them are facing me
I'm going into the sunflower field so all of them are facing me
Going to go behind the sunflowers, feel all the sun that I can't see

I hope you feel better, Nny!

Adi