How does this sound?

This was the hardest love letter for me to write, because I have to wrestle with my feelings about how I *THINK* I am perceived by him....well, I don't HAVE to do that, but I DO do that, and it's hard. I feel like he thinks I'm an incompetent idiot (which I'm not and by looking at my work load...I really truly am not, but i only hear negative things from him...and he says them in such a snotty way...) and that part makes me want to stomp on his toes and demand that he tell me how he knows how impossible it is to do what I just did for 7 years. And if working from home with kids isn't hard enough, he came along and piled on a BUNCH of new responsibilities and barked when I couldn't keep up immediately. So..I push through those feelings, and try to remember that *I* helped create the situation so that *I* could have a choice about what *I* want to do and where *I* want to be. It really has nothing at all to do with *HIM*. In that spirit, my loveletter...(how'd I do???)

Dear Jeff,

I have realized as more time goes on, just exactly how long I’ve been here. I started working for Regis corp when I was a TEENAGER. It has been a long time.

Thank you so much for partaking in the idea of me coming to the distribution center and taking the salon customer service position. I remember where my desk was the day that you called and asked if I’d be interested in it, for Phil. I was so happy and excited. That was the best choice I have made in my time here.

Thank you for being my friend all those years ago when we were miscarrying over and over. Those years stand out as a highlight for me when I look back. I spent a good deal of time laughing. Remember that stupid snail joke?!

And as for currently, I assume that somewhere between my perception of our situation, and your perception of it, lies the truth of how it is. At some point I was going to need to make a decision about how I wanted to proceed with this career, and I owe you another thank you for helping me to see better which path I wish to take. I’m sorry I wasn’t better able to win your favor. I hope you know that I did the best I could with what I have. *I* am proud of me for juggling an enormous load for so long, and then juggling even more when I was asked/made to do so, and that is all that matters. I know that now. I appreciate the courage you helped me feel to take a leap and go for what will make me happy down to my toes, without even knowing you were doing it.

You do a fantastic job for Regis!

Thanks for everything.

Nicki