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the scoop

I'm not sad or angry right now. I just don't have much to say. It looks like I'm overreacting, and who knows? I probably am. And if I tie in my anger about her past offenses, I'd be a bitter, unforgiving, unloving person.

And I still have a hard time swallowing some things without retort. Things like, "Well, you're my child," and things like, "My daughter."

But we've been over this. No need to linger.