You think you understand me but you don’t. You spend so much time away from home that I feel lost. I understand your doing it to make our family prosper, but our relationship is dissolving. Yet when you are home you’re so tired and angered at everything that I run from you. It’s so peaceful and quiet when you’re gone but I wish it wasn’t. I wish I had a life where you were mostly in it. I blame you for my insecurities and loneliness. You yell and scream for no reason and scare everyone away. I wish you were more understanding. I wish we were closer.