I did freeze up when this happened. I did not know how to deal with the cruel treatment, nor could I equate them with you. It was like trying to force a square peg into a round hole, or being told a pear is an apple, or night is day, or a punch in the mouth is a hug.
You only mean good and positive to me. Cruel people claiming to speak for you never made sense. Evil representing Good is just wrong, so it worried me to the core. My instincts and my devotion would not let me give up. Looking foolish, or rocking the boat is no reason to give up on someone who blessed your life and left you better than when they first found you. You opened my heart and created a beauty in it that had never been there before.