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It takes too much energy to write why shit between my dad and my brother is making a sad, hard situation even sadder and harder. So I'm posting the email I sent my mom this morning as soon as I got to work.

(Shelly is my step-mom, by the way. For those of you who may not have been reading long enough to know that. And Betsy is my principal. And the traveling I speak of is from here to North Carolina.)

( Unfair. )

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There's nothing like crying for most of lunch and then having to sit at the front desk with a red, streaky face. FANTASTIC.

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I cried on and off all day. Think that's done with, I think, until we get to Sanford tomorrow.

My mom brought me a flower and a heart-shaped balloon after work to cheer me up. I think I was already cheered when I made a comment in an email to her about being my mother's daughter (we are so alike) and she replied, "I'm glad you said that. It reflects well on me." We went to Nia together and I danced so great with bare feet and new tight workout duds. Split a meal afterward. Finished purging myself of all the anger I'm feeling about Dad and his guilt trips and his righteousness. I am about half done with packing my suitcase, and now I'm going to relax with a hot shower and incredible handmade Pineapple Cilantro cold process soap.

We leave at 9AM. If Dad (or Shelly, for that matter) starts any bullshit about my brother, or my mom, or any other thing... I'm getting out of the car and walking to North Carolina. My dad is a truly good man, but he's too damn principled for his own good.