All right, here’s the deal… If you want to read the entry leave a comment saying so along with your e-mail (unless I already have it) and I will make it public when you come online. However, the terms to reading this are: 1. That no matter how angry you get at him about all this, don't go and kick his ass (although he does deserve it…) Because I don't want to have to explain the reasoning, it's making me nervous enough now finally deciding to tell you guys... (Unless you can come up with a good one that has nothing to do with this.) 2.Don't say anything about this to anyone else, I don't want it going around the school, and have to be bombarded by annoying questions and shit from the other Dumas’s in the school. ......Everything in that entry will defiantly change your view of him, and possibly me too... I thought I had dealt with it, you know buried the hatchet… I guess I didn't, because on the morning of Christmas Eve my mom told me that she wants me to see a therapist or someone like that, to deal with it which them made me reflect back on this, and made me depressed.. Therefore, if you were keeping up to date on my entries and they were not making sense it was because of this. So if you want re-read the entries from the past week and a half. I probably should have said something sooner… but I didn't, because I was scared... then I thought it over on the weekend and decided that I was going to on Monday, but well you know… Then I decided not to, but today at lunch when Linds and Randy started talking about what they know and stuff I figured ‘What the hell, it might help’… I was hoping that you's would have the week to kind of cool down and stuff before he returns next week, but ohh well.. Well, that's all for now… Remember you have to leave a comment promising on your life to follow the terms to be eligible to read. Night, Meaghan