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I'd apologize for not writing more, but I'm not sure that I can say I'm going to write more.

A lot has been going on, and I've been telling a lot of it to friends one at a time. Spreading news the old fashioned way, by word of mouth.

A few weeks after Katrina, my mother bought me a car. She got a good deal on it from a friend of hers at a local car dealership.

Well, my sister drove me to pick up the car, and started talking to the salesman my mom knew, and now, it appears they're having an affair.

I say "appears" because the guy seems to have no doubt that he's courting my sister, and refused to back off when asked to by her husband. My sister, on the other hand, insists that they've not slept together and he's just a friend.

She moved out of the house a couple of weeks ago. Thanksgiving and Christmas were absolute hell on my little planet. There's so much to say about this, but, every cliche you can think of, start there.

And there's at least two other cheating stories going on in my life, but those people, well, some of them, or their close people, are on here, so it would be bad drama to say anything identifying.

My point is that I'm getting my cheating karma back, and weirdly, because I'm the least hurt... the least at risk of all the people in the various scenarios, but I am in agony a lot of the time about them anyway.

I can't really figure.

What I know is that Christmas was thin all around, in feelings, food, gifts, time. I know that my face is breaking out and I really need my diet under control. I think I may be getting an ulcer. I may ask them to increase my meds. Support is crumbling everywhere except my absolute core.

I'm pissed and scared.

That's all I can stand to write right now.