I see you were too afraid to email ME back. That's OK dear. I understand.
I guess you think you were really doing James a favor by sending him that first email. James already knows about my blog. He's read it. Way before you ever did.
He knows how I feel about his children. And he knows how they feel about me. He also knows how I feel about him. I love him deeply and desperately. Passionately. Just as he loves me.
And, although you were trying to be his knight in shinning armour, as it were... you failed. You see, he doesn't need saving from me. Neither do his children. I am not "mean" to them. I pick them up from school, I help with homework. I make them dinner, wash their clothes, read to them at bedtime. I care for them. I go to all their sporting events and cheer them on. They are not mistreated.
But thank you so much for taking so much time out of your apparently busy life to try to "fix" or "break" ours. I hope that you can take time tomorrow to do something for yourself. I know I will.
PS: your little email explaining who you really are was quite humorous. You are fooling no one.