[The mirror grabs the nation's head and slams it into the wall, fingers curling into the silky hair hard enough to bruise.]

What do you think where he would be? He's a big boy, he can handle things himself. Unlike you.

...but I guess that is what he likes about you. That he can play your mommmy, that you rely on him with so many things. You make him feel needed. Isn't that a pathetic reason to stay with someone like you?