Oh, yeah, I forgot to mention that I'm going to therapy now to deal with the wok full of sizzling stir-fried shit that is my emotional and mental health.
It's only been two weeks, but I'm already starting to feel some benefits. That is the one hour of the week that I can take myself out of time and totally let my guard down.
So far, pretty much the expected: I resented my father, regretted my behavior towards Kat, and I am too controlling.
Sorry, but other than the fact that I am going, you probably won't see too many detailed references to it here. If I do post anything about things that come up, it will be in a filtered entry.