Terri, I read your message, and I don’t even know where to begin. My heart is heavy, and I feel like I’m standing alone in a storm that won’t pass. You say you have spent your adult life learning how to deal with pain and loss, and I respect that, but do you think you are the only one who has suffered? Do you think I have not been drowning in pain, loss, and heartbreak myself? I never expected you to be my lifeline, but I did hope you would at least understand what I’m going through instead of dismissing me like this. You say you are more than money, and I never saw you as just that. But you also know that what I asked for was never just about money—it was about survival, about honoring someone who meant the world to me, about trying to hold things together when everything is falling apart. And yet, instead of empathy, I feel like all I’ve received is distance, rejection, and now this cold indifference. You say I wound you, but I don’t kill you. Terri, do you have any idea how deeply I have been wounded? How much I am struggling just to get through each day? You tell me my words do not leave a permanent mark on you, but can you say the same for me? Because right now, I feel like I’ve been cut open and left to bleed, and the one person I thought might care has just walked away. Maybe I don’t have power over you, maybe I never did—but that doesn’t change the fact that your words, your actions, your silence when I needed you most, have left me broken in ways I can’t even describe. And despite everything, despite this overwhelming pain, I still find myself wishing things could be different, that we could understand each other instead of tearing each other apart. But I see now that I was wrong to expect that. You’ve made your feelings clear, and I have no choice but to accept them, no matter how much it hurts.