Dear No. 3,

So I was just thinking of you—that when I was seeing you in person, you helped me feel like I might be worthwhile in the world after all, which was really something after years of an abusive relationship.

It felt like a dream. And then your actions and mistakes this fall—they made me wake up, feel not worthwhile in the world again. Worthless.

Oh, well. Dreams are true while they last. But we don’t live in a dream.

ATAT