I love you dearly. You are my family. But I must inform you, that you have hurt me. I know I act like it wasn't a big deal that you told me to break up. But I felt betrayed. Like all you can see in people is church. Are they a church-going person or not? How can you believe in the concepts of love and charity when you don't even live them yourself? You haven't forgiven D. You haven't forgiven H. You always tell me to consider your feelings, to think how you must feel. But just once I'd like you to do that...for anybody. The only grief you ever think about is your own. That's why it haunts you, relentlessly.