It’s been very hard for me to put into words how much I’ve always cherished you and wanted you to be part of my life! I tend to throw everything plus the kitchen sink at the wall when I feel ignored and censored.
I am terribly apologetic for all misinterpreted abandoning. I’ve even tried changing your name when I’ve been nervous, “x.” I’ve called you Niki, Fran, Diane, Peter, Skeeter and a whole list of aliases.
My girl, Frankie listens. We talk about love, affection, being appropriate, openness and vulnerability. I respect her for that. Join that club, please. Tell me, reassure me we can take it slow and work anything that troubles us, out. Please and thanks! ❤️