I just wish I knew why I react so much to the thought of going to see her. I think something is not right there. I think she might have been involved in a lot more of my abuse than I can remember. Every time I see her I wonder how much I have forgotten. She is scarier to me than anyone else I know but I can't remember why.

At least right now is the longest time I will have until I have to see her again next week. I can forget about her in the meantime...