Life. As in real life.

Yeah, real life. Not the fantasy world that is created by film directors, writers and dreamers.  I'm talking about everyday, run of the mill life. That thing experienced by you and me 24/7. Let's be honest, at times it sucks. Bigstyle. It can turn your world upside down, twist your insides, muddle your brain and leave you feeling like you never want to see the light of day again. But isn't that what makes life worth living? Of course not. You're hardly going to agree if you're in this situation right now; if all you want to do is stay in bed for the rest of your life. And I guess that's only fair. When life comes and ruins everything, what more can you be expected to do? You're only human, and you can only be so strong; you can only put up with a certain amount of shit. And then you're out. Who would blame you.

But what if you have someone to blame. Not just a person you found to blame for no fault of their own. No. A person who actually caused all the damage. Who fucked you around worse than anyone else ever before. Someone you love and care about. Someone who loves and cares about you. But how could they do that. How could they be so damn selfish. You told them, time and time again not to do it, and only for their own good. They listened at the start, but then they told you to shut up. And they threw your advice back in your face, and went off and fucked up their lives more than they could imagine.

That's not all. Yeah, their own life is ruined pretty much forever, but's its effects spread further than that. Your whole world is turned upside down, and you're left reeling at what's yet to come. And you love them and hate them all at the same time. Love them because they're them, and because they need you now more than ever before, but hate them because you warned them, told them, showed them, ordered them and they never listened. And now everyone's feeling the pain. How could they be so stupid. And all for that stupid fucking reason that they regretted and hated and loved and longed for all at once.

Then you realise how you just want to cry. You want to make it all go away. You want to take away their hurt. You want to hold them in your arms and tell them it will all be okay, when in reality, no one knows. You want to go back to before, to before this was ever an issue, and everyone was happy. But you can't. You never can. It's here now and it's here to stay. You're in it for the long haul because, despite everything, they still mean the world to you, and if keeping your mouth shut and not saying 'I told you so' makes them feel better you'll do just that. When deep down you want to scream at them for being so ignorant, so stupid, so childish, so selfish. But how can you when they look at you like that, and you see them like you've never seen them before. 

You just have to be there, and realise that everyone makes mistakes. Only some are bigger than others.