It's insanity

To be willing to talk to someone after they shred every ounce of trust you had in them. It's insanity to miss breakfast because your so mortified at the depths to which they descended in their personal life. It's insanity to be not be grateful that you got out before the crap hit the fan, as any successful Wall Street worker will attest to when they make a killing before the Dow Jones slid thousands of points.

Its insanity to feel a sense of grief at the loss of those people who do that. Its insanity to want to mend them. Its insanity to feel that no matter what you got their back. Its insanity to feel anything less than wanting to cut them off entirely.

So yes, I am insane.