Dear L,

What did I do wrong? I honestly have no idea. You welcomed me into your home and you were like a mother to me. We knew each other for so long and then you turned on me. It was some years ago but I still don’t understand. It still confuses me.  The summer after I left, I was drunk one day on cheap red wine and I called you.  I told you I loved you. You said you felt used but I don’t understand why. I paid you rent, I cleaned for you, I tried to help you.  I offered more and you didn’t accept.  If I drank all of your Dewar’s, I bought you more. Maybe you’re mad because I drank those bottles too.  Maybe you’re mad because I didn’t take your word for it when I got engaged to someone you said was no good for…

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