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February 1 - February 7, 2025
One could feel both profound relief and dread at the same time, just as one could love someone and still feel fiery anger, disappointment, and disgust.
I knew it was the nature of investigations—to feel as if you were stumbling about blindly until you finally hit upon the correct trail. And more often than not you would venture partway down the wrong path at least once before turning back to search again for the right one. It was infuriating and disquieting, and rather like the maze at my brother-in-law’s Highland estate. It was only after you’d reached the heart of the matter that you could look back and feel that you should have known which way to turn, which snapped twig to avoid, what path had been worn before.
“Just because you’re willing to forgive someone doesn’t mean you also have to give them leave to continue hurting you,”
child is a precious thing. Something one should not take for granted.”
But I had learned there were many different types of family—those you were born with, those you conceived, and those you created. They could love and bolster you or infuriate and drive you to distraction. And unfortunately, as I soon discovered, they could each equally betray you and stab you in the back.
