I care about you; truly I do, but I cannot help feeling that this proposal is about your family more than it is about me. I'm your rock, I get it, and that's not a problem. I'll always be there for you, but I don't want to marry you so that you will feel safe.
I worry about you. Sometimes I don't know if you are being completely honest with me... Ellen says you are drilling oil these days, which you hate? You never told me, Frances. You let me think you were just traveling around, having a good time, seeing the sights. Which I didn't understand, seeing how your family is struggling. But now it's all cleared up, and the only thing I don't understand is why you lied to me.
I want to marry you, Frances, but I don't think it's the right thing to do now. Someday, perhaps, Chelsea will find the right dose of the right medication, and Ellen will be free to go to school, and you will be able to be you. And when that time comes, you won't need a rock anymore... maybe you will want a wife.
Till then, I will be your rock, your safe place, your best friend.
Till then, I will love you with all of my heart.