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I love you.
I love you with everything that I am.
We have not come this far to keep failing.
 I love you unconditionally.
There are rules in life that I will not tolerate being broken in our home or yours.
That doesn't mean I don't have unconditional love for you.
You are exactly where you are meant to be and you know this.
When you understand why I needed you to realize that the gravity of your actions have consequences, then you can start to repair the damage you have created.
I cannot do it for you.
And I believe in you to know that you will fix this.
I know you are devastated by your words and actions.
It doesn't make you a monster. It means your still broken. And you're not alone.
Deep down inside you is the soul of pure beauty. I know, I was there when she was gone too long, often and I raised you by my rules.
Your sadness, insane way to deal with life is not your destiny. There was not one singular person or event that could have prevented our loss. It wasn't your fault. It was nobody's fault. Not even the man who drank her away.
But it happened. And we are not alone. YOU are not alone.
I will not give up on you. We don't shine without you.
You can say vicious words,act like a child and break the law,but I will never give up on you.
I know that right now at this very moment you are a little girl that is still grieving for her mom and lose your way, sometimes everyday.
And that's ok because you are my daughter now. Right fucking now.
I will stand by you even if it kills me. I am not afraid of your demons. They are old comrades of mine. I know their game and how it's played.
 And maybe in a month,6months or years you'll come back to me. I'm not going anywhere. And for awhile, you're going to hate me. But it's not real hate. It's fear. You're not capable of hate.
 I need you my darling and I will Fight you, to Fight for you. I will hold you when your ready. I will listen to the abuse of power you have faced. I will actively listen when you talk. No matter how much worse this can get. Eventually we will move on.
I love with you. That's why we are different. That's why we break. That's why we heal.
Written by Lagertha (Elizabeth Grace)
Author's Note
A picture of my daughter at home this summer. 1st of 2 relapses. I left friendly feedback open to see if anyone can relate that they are not alone.
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