Last night I had a dream where you told me everything is going to be alright. I believed you. And out of nowhere you cut me. My guts came out. And then you left me to clean up the mess. I did not feel supported or safe but I felt pressured to discuss what you wanted to discuss.

I actually sought out other resources. I don't feel that I can depend on you anymore. And you're leaving anyway. What does it matter what I want? I am used to people leaving. You cut me open, knowing that you would be leaving soon. Do I really matter that little to you? And while I am angry with you, the only thing I want is for you to stay and tell me that everything will be alright.