Dear T. I am one part in a million parts of your week and you are one part in a million parts of my week, but you are the one part where I get to feel what I feel without any guilt.

Tonight you made me feel guilty and invalidated and so I pushed back to say that if I want to be effing miserable then I get to be. If I'm angry then I get to be. That's how this works.

All I ever wanted was to be heard. Well you certainly heard me this week.