Dad, you always wanted me to be like Martin but I was and am different; I was studious, I am quiet, wore bright clothes and I was less sociable than he was/is but people loved me for who I was and a handful still love me for what I am now, a mere shadow of my former self with severe agoraphobia.
Why could you not have loved me for who I was but not what I have become?
I think you see me as some sort of threat and you have turned those I loved and respected against me to ruin my life
Please do not make the same mistake that I made when I lost my beloved Liesel; I didn’t realise what I really had until she was gone
I am a nobody without my daughter and my family