F..rank!!!! (Commack)

Frank, your actions wounded me deeply. They didn’t just hurt my feelings; they shook my spirit and left me angry, because I never thought you would treat me this way. I’ve prayed about it, asking God to give me patience and understanding, but my heart still feels heavy. The Bible says we should be quick to listen, slow to speak, and slow to anger—but the truth is, I’m wrestling with that right now. My anger isn’t born out of hatred; it’s born out of love and disappointment, because I trusted you and I expected more from you. When someone you care for causes pain, it cuts in a way that strangers never could. I know we are all imperfect, and the Lord reminds us that we all fall short of His glory. But I also know He calls us to accountability—to recognize when our actions have caused harm. Frank, your choices didn’t just bruise my heart, they made me question your place in my life and whether the bond we share is grounded in the respect and love God asks of us. I’m asking you, from the deepest part of me, to see the hurt you’ve caused—not to crush you with guilt, but to open your eyes. Because healing can only come when truth is faced, and I want healing more than I want to carry this anger.