My nephew (part 2)

Not knowing him hurts. The fact that I'm an "it" to him simply makes me suicidal.

It's tough to keep perspective... to remember that he's a person... that he has his own mind, and if he thinks that way, he's not worth knowing. It's tough not seeing him as "my nephew". It'd be a lot easier to be able to just see him as some kid.

I may be an "it", honey, but half of you came from that same tree.

I suppose that's what it's all about... fear... and the inability to face oneself. Guilt by association... guilt by relation...

Psychobabble aside though, it feels like shit.