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Occasionally I make mistakes. Tonight is one of them.

As part of what my therapist calls "handling emotional issues responsibly" when I'm upset I write a really unhappy journal entry, and then I delete it. It's very cathartic, and allows me to deal with emotions then and there and once I'm done, they're deleted and gone, and I forget I ever had them.

Tonight I was frustrated, so I started one such entry. It was a shamelessly "woe is me" post, but it had to come out.

It started to come out, and then I got distracted, and it was left on the computer. Where Jared read it. Part of me is ashamed that I wrote it, but part of me isn't. The only thing I'm ashamed of is hurting him. He's in the bedroom waiting for me to show him yesterday's post. I think I'll show him this one.

I hope he understands. I'm sorry I hurt him, and when I tell him that, I hope it's enough.

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