Well, this is it. Thanks for reading and please let me know what you think. I'm working in a new idea... but its slow off the uptake so it may ne a while to you hear from me again. Until then, take it easy. :)
It's been months since I last wrote, and here I am writing again. Only this time it's at the suggestion of my therapist. Sometimes I wish life was a film and everything would have come together neatly at the end but it isn't. At least we're talking now, and as I promised I'm working on me so that there can be an 'us'. My father hasn't spoken to me since I told him about us, but Mum says to give him time. I feel like she is being too optimistic though. Mum has been a godsend, visiting me weekly and keeping me in the loop so to speak. My brothers visit me occasionally, but don't tell Dad for fear that he will do to them as he did to me. I don't begrudge them for having the same fears I had for years. My therapist says I'm making progress and that writing out my feelings and thoughts could be a big step in the right direction. I didn't really believe her at first, but then you said you could see a change in me and to me that made all the difference. I hope you forgive me soon. I'm so nervous about this weekend. Both you and my mother have been badgering me to set up a "coffee date" so that you could meet, and I finally have. The anticipation and fear is affecting me like a shadow affects a paranoid. What if you hate each other? How will I survive? I don't want to think about it. I'm going to listen to my shrink and be positive that you two will love each other. I mean, you both love me and I love you both so how unreasonable is it that you love each other?
I guess we will soon find out.