This title says all. Is this gonna be password protected? Absolutely not! Why? Your family deserves to know… everything! Steven, you say you love me, but yet, four times later, you still can’t be honest with me? Really? Do you trust Beryl more than you *ever* trusted me? Or, were you too ashamed that you, *apparently* had a, *run in* with her… I’m sorry, except I’m not, but run in… my ass! Your family was so grateful that I steered you on a different path. Question is, did I really? I honestly doubt it! Your family trusted *me,* and honestly, I think they still do. I know you don’t!
You may, or may not remember this, but any *family* that embraces me, I truly embrace them. Now, possibly, because of your screw ups, four of them, I may not get to. The key thread with these four screw ups, dishonesty. Dishonesty about Beryl, no less. You, Steven, could never tell the truth when you apparently *ran into* Beryl. You would lie through your teeth, and say things like “Oh, the buses are late,” and whatnot. When you have a *run in,* you are too afraid to text me when she’s in the same vicinity. Is that really love? I don’t know!
Oh, and by the way, through what was our relationship, I was able to actually say the words “I love you,” first! That takes trust, which you shattered and broke into smithereens. Does that make me wanna trust you more? You answer that one! You also say that I was chosen for you? No. Now I think I’m chosen for someone else… someone honest. Honesty means trust, which is where you lack, and won’t ever get back.
Thanks to you, I may not be able to keep my promises.