Life is strange. It is terryfying that the entire fabric of one's reality can be altered in an instant. Altered by something that happened over thirty years ago. It only takes four little words for that distant action to completely bear upon the present.

Yesterday morning I woke up and my biggest concerns were whether I'd ever be able to make it to work on time again and whether I should test for 1st gup this Saturday. By the time I went to bed those little worries seemed thoroughly insignificant. People I love made poor choices in the past. Those poor choices have been brought to light. And now, because these people are dear me, my entire perception of my family has changed. And it isn't just my perception. Everyone in my family will be affected by this. Relationships are going to be shattered. Love will be replaced by hate. Nothing will ever be the same.

I don't want this hurt. I'm selfish. I want my "Leave It to Beaver" world back.