“When I was a small child, my father packed a small blue suitcase, stood in the doorway and told me he was leaving. Since that time, I know that people who say they love you still leave. That may be a simple fact of life, but being left by my father at such a young age when I couldn't possibly process it as something other than abandonment, it became a constant in relationships. I have a hard time shaking the feeling that if I do anything wrong, anything less than perfect, I'll be left or dismissed again. Today, I think about that little girl a lot. I think about what I would tell her if I were in that doorway next to her. I'd say, "I love you, I love who you are becoming, and I'm not going anywhere."