It didn't go nearly as bad as I thought, but nothing really happened.
I sat down with the letter for thirty minutes, handed it to her, explained that it was the letter and that I was really scared/embarrassed to say some of the things in it (It's hard for me to talk about anything sometimes). She read it twice, told me we'd talk later.
She just came in and said "We'll talk eventually, It needs some time to set in." Sooo... I'm glad it didn't turn out with them stabbing me in the face! Given how long it took me to come out, I have to be understanding that it's not something she can just react to. (and maybe for the best).
Victory! But this means I can't really bring it up anymore until she's ready to talk about it, and I have spoken with a wonderful therapist and want to start seeing her, buuut I don't have my own car and am not a strong driver, and said therapist is 2 hours away.
x.x