Hey everyone! I apologize for the lateness, but I’ve been busy in New York City with a press tour. I'm on my way back to Miami and have a little time to write this now.
So another emotional episode with Peter. As I look at this, I cry, of course, and at the same time I realize how that moment was necessary and way over due in order for us to heal, bond, and move on. Peter and I had never had a moment like that where I opened up and explained my pain and fears. I never wanted him to judge me, and I've never liked for my kids to see me cry. Even when Frankie was in the hospital and in a coma, I would go into the bathroom and turn on the water and cry my head off. When Peter visited I would put on a happy, strong face and try not to cry while he was sobbing in tears.