My Teenage Daughter Wrote Me a Letter Begging Me to Believe Her Pain — I Found It Five Weeks Later, Tucked Inside My Husband’s Jacket

Irene took the longest.

She sat with the little card for a while, turning her pen over, and then she wrote her sentence, and folded the card once down the middle, and set it in the exact center of the coffee table where all of them could see it.

It read:

When someone tells you they are hurting, believing them doesn’t mean you have all the answers.

It just means you refuse to leave them alone in the dark while they figure it out.