I turned 28 in February, and she JUST turned 20 when I met her back in October. To be fair, she's pretty mature and I'm pretty juvenile in a lot of ways - so it kind of works out. But still. It's gotten to a point where I feel like I'm raising the person I'm dating. And these unchecked mental health issues are fucking fierce. I don't even know where to start, but the sad thing is that there's no final chapter. It's still going. You know things are fucked up when the only reason you can relate to some of the music, shows, movies, books, etc. that your GF is talking about is because you experienced them watching your 15 year old nephew.