a letter

Hey, Big Guy.

I saw an Instagram post this morning that I wasn't prepared for. My friend Faith, whom I do love, at a house that was only too familiar to me. It used to be a safer place than my own home, before I became a worry rather than a dear loved friend. 

And there he was, allowing people into a space I was never allowed in. 

It hurt, Father. And I have nowhere else to go, to scream this pain out of my heart. 

I don't know why this is happening now. I was fine when it happened, but it seems the longer I go between now and then, the worse the pain gets. Will you please help me?

-Emily

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