Dear Delores,

I think we need to address what happened two nights ago. I am not angry at you, it is very important that you understand this. I know that my dear friend Katrin bothered you with her adorable laughter and ignited your spite with her happiness and zest for life. This is a pattern I've accepted with you. I respect your hatefulness. It is charming to a certain degree.

Ok, this is where it becomes difficult. I'm going to be direct. Katrin is the owner of your abusive mother and brother from long ago. You may very well have forgotten them. I fear that a part of your reaction the other night was fueled my their scent on her luggage. I know that you likely don't want to relive those dark days of your past. But unless we have an open dialogue about it, I fear that you will never emotionally grow past this childhood abuse and uncertainty.

Alright, that's it. I said it. We don't have to talk any longer about it. It's all about your comfort level, my love.

Sincerely,
Kendra