My Jess,
I'm sorry I wasn't there for you today. What is more I'm sorry for all
the times I haven't been there, like last night and the night before,
when you were getting ready to go to Antonio's party. I know I can
'help', and that when you ask for it and its not there that is painful.
The pain is not the point.
Me not being there, unfortunately, is the point. I am essentially
trying to do whatever it is that i want to do. What i need to do. What
i need to do is climb. I do not need to climb so much. What i need to
do is work. I need to work more. What i need to do is make sure that
the children are taken care of. What i need to do is make sure that you
are taken care of.
There is no ordering on needs. That is, no need is better than any
other need, in particular there is no ordering that says what is the
first need, the second need, the last need, and so on. They are just
all needs.
Here's my problems: Right now you feel you need me. You need to figure
out a lot of stuff without me. Without me is not alone, although that
is a HARD one. I shouldn't put needs on other people, like you. I
really, really shouldn't put needs on other people that would destroy
them. I do not like this gamble. At all. The problem is that for
whatever reason we don't seem to be able to be around each other right
now, approximately 40% of the time. The problem is that when we
shouldn't be around each other we, inevitably, are. I understand that
this is not what you are mad at me about, or at least not solely. These are my problems.
I promise i will do my best to meet all my needs except the one where I
need you to do more without me. All other needs I will do my best to
achieve; each one given the consideration all needs deserve.
Like an apology, this one really comes off more as a lecture, more of an
explanation than a conveyance of regret or admittance of wrongdoing.
And for that, at least, I really am truly sorry.
L,
S
thinking stuff, written down
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