It’s always so easy to judge from and outside looking in but not so easily understood from those inside looking out. The world is a cruel place, that much I have learned even at a young age it was instilled into me and my brothers that there are always to be those who take and those who give. I am most fortunate to have been engaged to one who gives, but too often do I see her give so much and never take that it exhausts her to her very bones. And yet she will still wear a brave face, even when those around her have turned there backs on her. But not me, as an insider looking out I see no wrong. I see no evil deed done by the hands of my most beloved, even if she can not see it herself.