In spite of her occasional outbursts on the boards -- which she was quickly learning not to do at this point anymore -- Heather kept matters like this private, more often than not. Personal matters, anyway, and this was personal, yes, but it also dealt with something Heather had no experience with prior to Sam: a relationship. She needed help, needed advice, and she felt more comfortable talking about it with a friend than some shrink. Heather couldn't leave much due to the demon situation, but even so, Heather still couldn't adjust to the whole therapy thing, and even if she was allowed out, she was sure she wouldn't spend her time with that quack.
"We weren't perfect," she admitted quietly. "But we could've worked things out slowly. Nothing he said to me was something that sounded so far out there that we couldn't somehow work through. And no, we'll never be perfect, but that's not what a relationship is about, right? Being perfect with all that fairytale stuff?" Heather paused and took a breath, recollecting her emotions a bit. "When he was telling me, it sounded like he wanted us to be this normal, picture perfect little family, and now that he realizes that isn't possible with us, he's done. But I never wanted a normal, picture perfect little family. I just wanted us to be a family."