I’ve conceded everything, and it still isn’t enough, because she won’t let go or move on. Since I was 23, I have helped this person through depression, disorders, and neuroses, and in return have endured so much abuse, violence, and deception, but since I was the sole earner, the law has done nothing to protect me, and has done everything to enable her. And while I’m bleeding, the lampreys and sharks encircle and eat what’s left, inciting further conflict as I beg for mercy and peace. I’ve awoken in a Kafkaesque reality where she can demand $55k from me for an unspecified “medical emergency,” and then give it all to a West Hollywood psychic for a spiritual cleansing. I thought I had conducted my life with honor and compassion, but my kindness has been used to against me, and now I lay mutilated on the ocean bed. I’ve been able to find peace by dreaming of being an invertebrate, descending into a primitive deep ocean trench, dimly lit by my own bioluminescence. There is a shimmer of solace in that weak light.