I’m doing okay, Liz.

I don’t want you to feel you need to expend emotional energy on this if you have something so overwhelming going on.

I wanted to tell you about it, because I won.

I have talked it over with Kevin, and he and I agreed, that, if and when it comes up, we will never speak to them again.

Ever.

Again.

I was forced into that closet and beaten down with it.

But, now, he is in the closet and he can never come out without sinking the whole ship.

I’ve forced him to stay in relationship with us, but have made it so we have the power.

I know you struggle with gaslighting, and I wanted you to see it.

Maybe to give you an example to react to.

An exchange of ideas.

IDK, maybe even so you can just know it’s even possible if that’s where you’re at in your journey.

Witnessing others and being witnessed by others, that’s so incredibly important.

In this  process, I’ve learned something though.

I’ve always attributed Greg as the father of my family.

Somehow, inexplicably, I’ve learned that I’m the mother of mine.

I’m the understander, the consoler, the supporter.

The one who witnesses, thinks about it deeply and then develops structures to accommodate.

Family is the exchange of real human stories.

I show my traumas and their resolutions because it helps my family understand their own, to work through their own, to resolve their own.

Liz, if you want to be a part of my family, you can tell me anything and I will hold it with you.

I will understand it with you.

I will help you build something that will set you free.

I just got free from my cage, but I’m not liberated til your free from yours.

Whatever you need, I’ll give it to you.

Whether it is space to breathe, an ear to listen, or words of encouragement.

Tell me what you need.

I love you, Liz.