Amazing title
@TheNotoriousManzana and thanks
@Penguin86 for always coming thru with the new threads.
I done been thinking. See, I’m disappointed with the possibility that Ella either hacked her father’s account by herself or that she maybe partook in having done so; consequently, the incident has now been unavoidably thrust into our communal dialogue, which, as I’m sure others will agree, is a little uncomfy because our discussion has wandered into opinions about Ella’s personality, whether or not she’ll wind up like Alice, her being raised with high privileges that she is expected by some to just surrender and deal with, a few other things, etc. And this isn’t inherently “bad”! I’m not taking digs at anybody, I mean this event happened and it’s a big deal so we gotta discuss it. I just worry that our speculation could feel strange for her should our conversations ever find their way to her cyber-doorstep.
I don’t mean to speak for anyone who doesn’t wish to be spoken for, so idk include yourself if that’s your desire. Should she ever read our thoughts somehow, then I just hope elder E understands that we ultimately hope for her:
1. some genuine, long-lasting joy & peace;
2. an environment where she can further thrive in creativity and intellect (private school or no private school);
3. an environment where she isn’t subjected to her mother’s dangerously unhinged, impulsive antics and sheer abandonment of parental responsibility (her current home or some other home);
4. plenty of opportunities to practice compassion and generosity and empathy more often as she grows;
5. a solid understanding that she may not receive her expectations in life but that she will always be capable of making magic out of what is there for her;
6. and definitelyyy some good chances to improve her relationship with her father, whether that means picking up from the place in their friendship just before things soured or reconstructing it from the ground up—as well as many, many safe spaces for dialogue where she can voice her grievances, throw any tantrums that have been tormenting her, have the ability to exit those conversations for her own mental restoration before coming back to try again, and especially to listen to her father’s reasonings, regrets, apologies, hopes for their relationship, and to remember her preciousness to him.
Idk I just hope she remembers that above the chaos and uncertainty and fright, she’s still loved. It’s easy to “know” you’re loved—not so easy to actually remember it, if that makes sense?
Anyway I’m smoking in like autumnal weather right now, it’s amazing, someone pour me some more coffee, pls?
