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I am going to see my father today, since we didn't see him at Christmas. I'm not really happy about going. Does that make me a bad person? Part of the problem, though, is that we have to drive across Houston (to the Woodlands) to see him. That's about 80 miles. He is using the excuse that he's tied down with his radiation treatments to make us come up there, which is a perfectly valid excuse, of course, except that I am holding against him the fact that he came to Galveston at least once in the last few months and didn't bother to come see me. So I have all this festering resentment. Actually, "festering resentment" is probably a good overall description of my relationship with my father.

If you want to know what else I've been doing lately, there are daily updates (mostly much less bitchy than this one) over here.