If you knew someone that had a tendency to self-destruct, would you spend your time piecing them back together knowing that they're just ticking to self-destruct again? But then, if you're the only person that cares enough about the pieces, don't you have a moral obligation to put them in place? And how far does that obligation extend? Should you waste your life, give up your own priorities, put all else aside, and commit yourself to misery only to make sure that the human-time-bomb stays in one piece? I really would like to know what a decent human being is to do about matters of guilt. If I leave him, he'll crumble, and he's burnt all of the bridges leading to help, so he'll stay in shambles. But if I stay, though he'll be held together by the metaphorical glue of love, I'll be slowly but very surely falling apart. Is it possible for both of us to be whole AND happy? If so, god, gaia, sisters, saints, nature and time, bless this relationship so I can see the path to our tranquility.