When do you stop?

So, when do you stop caring? Is there an appropriate time in your life that you stop caring for someone? Especially when this person has hurt you over and over again? I really don't know how to answer this one, because of who I am. I am not the type of person that gets burned easily. I play with the heat, I find it entertaining, discovering all its benefits (how it happens, functions, grows, dies, etc). Which is why I find it so challenging when I get burned because I learn to appreciate something about the fire or the person that reminds me God created this for some apparent reason. I watch it for quite some time, then allow my hands to warm up.....eventually my arms, torso, legs and feet are found enjoying the heat. Then it happens, I'm toasty. I feel completely warm and fuzzy all over. Within the snap of a flicker, I hear a "POP!" I start crying because - what do you know: I'm burned, my skin is stinging and I am in pain. Now, what do I do? I jump up and down, shout out how much pain I'm in, then start to run cool water over the burn. The throb is real, the scar is forever embedded on my skin and I am left thinking how and why did I allow this to happen? This occurs the same as the people in my life. I give them access to see me for who I really am and take pleasure in the warm, tingling sensations throughout my soul anticipating their presence. I'm not awaiting the discomfort, yet the flicker begins and the first degree burn hits me unexpectedly. I'm hurt by someone that I acquiesced passage into a doorway of my life. Then, as if the first degree burn wasn't enough, I act as if I'm resilient in more ways than one and grant permission to love AGAIN the people that tend to have an incurable history of burning bridges. So, not only do I end up with second and third degree burns, my awareness is heightened to the point of filtering everyone to where I come across as numb. These people require attention that I, alone, will never be capable of providing. There is an approach to reach out to them, but it is not for the faint of heart. I still believe -no matter how hard it gets, no matter who has enabled suffering into your life and through the sorrows we bear -that we are not to encounter vibes of elimination. I have committed horrible actions in my life, I am unworthy of anything good, yet God's perception of me is full of hope, full of grace, full of LOVE. This is why I love, why I get burned, why I trust that I can fall into a million pieces in His lap and identify with ALL mankind. So, when do I stop caring? I don't, my Lord has never given up on me. Why would I give up on you, He NEVER will? His love is enough, He laid His life down to prove it. I'm still here, scars and all. The numbness eventually dissipates and I am ready to love again. I am only strong because He has shown me His strength through all the layers of skin I have had burned. I'm forever weak and afraid, yet there is comfort in standing up after every burn knowing others have felt the flames too.