I wrote the above at the urging of a friend. I was just going to post the fact that I was going to sell my guitar, but when I started writing, the words and emotions poured from my heart. I guess it was always there ... just buried. I've learned much in the last few days about friendship and about betrayal. I have to learn to trust again because without trust there's no reason to live. Your warmth and sincerity have overwhelmed me and helped me to see that maybe I'm not in the right space to make this decision right now. That is my way of placing trust in you. I do want another guitar, but I will find an alternative way to accomplish this goal. In the meantime, I will follow the stellar advice you've given me.

They call us obsessive because of the love we have for these odd shaped pieces of wood and string. That may be, but I would be hard put to try to explain it.

moonchild