I mean, think about it, you loathe this person. You detest their every trait and everything they have to "offer". So, in helping them, you hurt yourself because your hatred only increases your already existing pain. After all, pain hurts you more than who it's towards, right?

But...what if the person you hate looks at you in the mirror every morning? What if that smug mother-****er is the one who needs you but you can only ever wish upon their demise? I'm not talking "low self-esteem". You're not just "down on yourself". You despise this ***** in your reflection and you have for longer than you can remember.

How they hell do you even begin to care enough to lift a finger to stop their deterioration?