I wish we could talk. I wish you'd have an open mind toward me. I understand why you don't, I do. I just wish it didn't happen this way. I wish my mere existence didn't hurt you so badly.

We have a lot in common, you and me. We both love him. We both want him to be better. We both have seen that glimmer. The man he can be. We both want him to be there... to go there... to be the unselfish honest person he can be. He has so much love inside him, he just doesn't know how to funnel that love and energy to the places he knows it belongs... with the people who mean the most.

His trauma has formed him, and I know you know this just as much as I do. He will need to decide what parts have formed him that he will need to work with and make a positive force in his life, and what parts he needs to get rid of altogether. Can you imagine if you and I could work as a team on that? Can you imagine if we could talk and plan and help him together?

We've both been hurt by him. He's reckless sometimes. He's impulsive, doesn't think before he acts. It seems we both take opposite approaches to this. I tend to let go, feel the hurt, and hope he will change... just hope he will grow and take my feelings into consideration better the next time. You seem to lock it down. Tell him no. Keep a tight control on his actions. Maybe somewhere in the middle is what he really needs? I don't know. I really don't have the answers... if I did, I wouldn't be in this spot.

I just know you don't need to hate me. I'm not the enemy. We both want the same things in the end. We want the best for him.... and we both hope that "best" includes us in his picture.