Admitting There is a Problem

Thank you for those true friends out there – those of you who go out of your way to warn a person before she goes too far down the wrong path. Thanks to people like you, I have at least taken a proactive step in talking to Fabrice.

Not only does he recognize that he is aggressive and downright mean to me, at times; but he also says that he doesn’t understand why he does it and that he regrets what he says within moments of it coming out of his mouth. He even talked about it to his cousin and his aunt. I suppose that in this, like anything, admitting you have a problem is a major step.

That said, what has been said, once uttered, cannot be unsaid. Nor the damage done, undone. Not for sheer will, in any event.

I told him I want to leave, to go back home and start over; to try to rebuild the world I left behind, albeit someplace new.

He asked me to stay, and to give it a month. I didn’t make any promises. I don’t have it in me to do so. Not yet.

But I am still here. I gave it another day, and then a second day. And a third. The first day was no great shakes. The second, somewhat better. Today, even better.

I am not holding my breath. But I am willing to try. Everybody deserves at least one second chance in life. A second chance, yes indeedy; but not necessarily a third. We’re still on the second chance. I haven’t given up, yet.

But, I sincerely appreciate knowing that there are people out there who give enough of a damn to say something. People like you.

Thank you. And you know who you are!!! Thank you, so very much!