Dear Steve, I'm sorry that I'm telling you this in such a chickenshit manner, but I don't feel like I have any other choice. At least this way you can hear what I have to say, without harsh words obscuring my intent. You and I have a strained relationship-- at best. You haven't known me for your entire life and it's probably been better that way. Since we've met, there's just been pain and violence in my otherwise peaceful life, as well as yours. I'm not blaming you for that. I've had my share of heartbreak before you came into my life which had nothing to do with you. Maybe I'm a magnet for these things. Who knows?

 I want you to be happier. I think the answer is for us to part company. I feel like I've done my best with Barbra, but her anger and hatred goes back a long way. Sometimes hurt can't be fixed, no matter how hard you try. I have never hit a woman in my life and do not intend on ever doing it again. While some people may say that I just knocked her feet off the table and that's no big deal, I think it is. I'm appalled by my behavior. Please pass on my apologies. She can believe in my sincerity or not. Tell my friends that I love them and will miss them, but I have enough problems of my own and cannot take this life, anymore. I feel like my life is crashing down around me. I need to make a clean break. It's the only way that my life will improve. Yours, too. Mocha Daze is yours. Please treat it with love. XXOO,  Dad