You've heard this before but the only sanity that counts here is your own. I had to get to a point in my life where I would consider nothing from my RAW. Then I had to get serious about my own recovery. Seems like I'm only now starting to realize just how sick, messed up and unmanageable my life had become. I was so messed up in the head that what I thought made sense was actually batshat crazy.
I remember thinking how insane my RAW was/is and how I knew a better way. Fact is, I never gave her the chance to fail and she hated me for it. I'm not saying I caused anything of this but I see how my role affected certain aspects of this life.