I do wonder whether any of the sense of grief i felt earlier today had to do with my mother's betrayal in reading my journal and attempting to blackmail me with it while i was in high school. I had been thinking about bringing the journals out from the closet corner, where i had to disassemble the shelves to get at them, and into the shelves in our living room. Suddenly the thought of unsupervised family members in proximity to my journals came to mind -- and that is certainly out of the question.
This is also posted at http://elainegrey.dreamwidth.org/607577.html .
