What’s wrong?

I just don’t understand things sometimes…

Gilda, I thought we got along so well because at the end of the day, we both knew the score. We didn’t choose to grow up in hardship, we survived it. But offering to let Sweetie Belle borrow such a horrible story? That’s not okay. That’s not okay for any child, but especially not Sweetie Belle. How could you even consider that?

You couldn’t possibly want anypony to grow up through the nightmares we had to endure, could you? But Sweetie Belle of all fillies? That… disgusts me… She’s already been exposed to one horror after another. That little story could have thrown her over the edge. It took several messages to get the point across to her, what if I’d stopped after the first? What if that had been the last straw for both her and Scootaloo?

And you’re not going to understand where this coming from. Or why it’s such a big deal. It’s just going to look like I’m ranting about nothing. I want you to understand, but at the same time I don’t want you, or anypony to know. Bon-Bon’s the only one I’ve ever told, and only because I had to; we’re living together. I try everyday to ignore it, but it’s the deepest scar I have. I try to pretend it’s normal, that it’s nothing, but it’s everywhere and I know it’s not.

I don’t want anypony to become like me… And if you knew everything… Deep down I pray that you wouldn’t want that either… I try to protect children from the harshest realities, the ones they don’t have to ever see. Failing that, to at least help them cope with what they’ve experienced. I’m not asking you to help me, but please don’t go against me here.