I have just been informed, immediately prior to my losing control and freaking out and smashing one of her nice plastic cups to pieces, that four days ago, Cathy cut her leg a little bit.
I really freaked out. This is all very difficult for me. I know i'm not the star of this show and that it's far harder for H, but all the same, it is still really taxing on me.
It doesn't help that i am clearly not protecting her from herself if she is continually able to do this sort of thing without me even knowing, and now that i had a meltdown about it, i'm pretty sure she's going to be more careful to keep it from me.
All of which amounts to the following carefully-determined conclusion:
FUCK.
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