"Dear Angelina--
Thank you for sending me your recent postings, lamentations though they be. What I'm hearing is that people tell you you're looking like prime rib, but you feel like ground beef. And that you're distressed to see your son sticking with you, in your vulnerable condition, potentially compromising his own freedom. He's following the model you established, of course, with your mother. And with him, too, through the low places of his addiction.
Your steadiness through suffering, your endurance, is how you've earned your strength of soul, your wings. Even though you wish he could grow into them some easier way, he will need to earn his own.
But why would you feel guilt? Because you cannot carry the world any more?
Robert "
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