I finally let go of the bumper.

[_chutup]

"It's like he's driving his truck and he locked all of the doors. I didn't even want him to open a door for me, just leave one unlocked. I would have gotten in myself. Instead, I had to hang onto the bumper and be dragged over every bump. Over and over and over. I had to let go of the bumper. It hurt too much. It hurt too much."

The Gilmore Girls is a handy show for coming up with analogies that happen to be very appropriate to my life as of late.