Almost a year

Hey,

It's been almost a year since we took that first trip. The first experience of your coldness. Your manipulation. I loved you. Not in a sexual way. You where like family. And I believed you loved me like a daughter. But does love do those kind of things? Praise you one minute, and yell at you the next? Make you feel like a worthless piece of crap when you don't make the decisions they want you to make. Tell you to lose wait so you can preform better. Your words, all of them are twisted. None of them agree. The only thing your concerned with is your own good name. And now, a year later, I'm traveling again. The triggers are real. My heart hurts again. I've forgiven you so many times. How many more will I have to forgive before I can't talk to you again with out becoming defensive. With out my heart rate rising. I still love you. I still want to be friends. I want you to know Jesus. I want you to experience the healing that he brings. Jesus has begun the process of healing in me. But it's just taking so long. And now with these triggers. You've marked my life coach. And I believe it will be for the good. God let it be for good.