I have written all that can be written on this subject. Over the last 16 months, I have written 1250 poems about this experience. Most of them about doubt, struggle, love, and feeling like I was doing all the work. I just published them (as a present to my girlfriend) and was going to send her them for Christmas. And the writing, kept me from slitting my wrists. Because I was in a lot of pain. Both financial because of all the time and money spent with her, and my stubborn belief that she was suffering (and the continual worry that there was nothing I could do). I remember on the days I had no money, feeling guilty that I could not save her from the rest. And she would text me about her private sessions to further fuel my guilt. And she would tell me that I had abandoned her in her time of need. And so I would take out loans, or run up all my credit cards to keep her from the rest. And I do not know if she truly hated what she was doing, or simply articulating that to me - in order to get me to spend more time online so she could eat and sleep.