"...no one wants to admit that compassion and cruelty can live side by side in one heart." --Desperate Housewives

I didn't know it until today, but FIL tried calling last night. He left a message saying he wanted to see how I was doing and to make sure I was OK. He sent an email this morning apologizing. I haven't responded and don't think I will until after therapy on Tuesday. I just have to figure out how to handle a phone call before then. He asked me to forgive him in the email. He said he wasn't going to give up. I don't know. Maybe I will send something short, so he won't be calling. I can print out emails. I don't want to talk to him, but if he won't relent, I should do something.

Why does John's dad like me, but John doesn't? John not even seeming to care that it happened is worse. God this whole this is so thoroughly fucked up.

John dropped Booie off earlier than the past two Sundays. He had on a nice shirt and cologne. I know he was going out, and it's making me sick. He was wearing the cologne I bought for him, that he knows I love. I didn't ever want him to wear it but with me, but when all this happened, I told him to just wear it. So he wears it to go out without me.

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