She stood by quietly, watching him vent. "I just start what, Christien? Living my life? If I have to be stuck here, I'm not going to just sit around and cry about it. I have tried to hard to help you here, to introduce you to people, to get you involved in classes or a job, or something, anything so you aren't so isolated. But after a while, I can't keep after you about it anymore. I'm not Maman, I cannot take care of you every minute of every day, you're not a baby and I refuse to treat you like one. I've tried to look out for you and all you do is ignore me. Do you think any of this is any easier for me? Because it's not."