I was laying here tonight wondering how I could put everything on feeling into words? But then this just came to me. The situation with dear is a whole lot like the situation with my dad. I remember when I was small and I would want to just talk to him, I would want him to just understand and love me. But he couldn't because of the alcohol. I'm in the basic situation now with dear it's just not alcohol that's the problem. The problem is she just doesn't want anything to do with me. The sooner I except that the better off I'll be.