Dear Lisa,
There are so many hurtful things I want to say to you. I sometimes worry that I'll accidentally run into you out in the world and I won't be able to filter myself. I dream of seeing your facial expression after calling you a bitch. I want to make you hurt the way you made my family hurt. I hate admitting these things because I am a nice person after all and these actions would be pretty uncharacteristic of me. Mostly, I want to tell you how you not only hurt my brother but my whole family. You were the first person that I let in and considered a sister. I told you secrets I would only tell a sister, a confidant. I want you to step back and look at your life now. As much anger as I have towards you I would never want to see you physically hurt. I do think that in a few years you're going to look back and regret the decisions that you made. I want you to know that I've never seen my brother cry the way he did that night. The month he spent in his head unable to get out of bed and face the day. It's better now. He's taking time. For the first time in my life, I am watching him do what makes him happy. He's playing music again and performing in shows. He's physically strong and will be leaving for his thru-hike of the Colorado Trail in less than a month. He got two new jobs after he quit his job to try and make the marriage work. He's 29 and living with his parents again but he is strong and even after all this he still has a heart of gold. I've been trying to write this letter ever since I found out. Through all this I've come to appreciate my family and friends even more. Together we are strong.
Love, Andrea
