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The beauty mark that is on my right jaw grew back. This would be the third time I picked it off and watched it grow back. I need to stop picking my face.

So I am going to Utah tomorrow to see the in laws. This is a trip I fought tooth and nail against. I don't want to go, and I don't want to see them. We just saw them. I haven't seen MY family in three years.

I am just not comfortable around his family, especially since they always ask questions they have no business asking. And they always ask me how I am doing with being bipolar. Every damn time. As if I were a walking time bomb. They would be all up in my business if my disease was diabetes.

And on top of that, we are bringing back a straggler. Some body is going to be living with us for a while. I don't want him here. We both decided that we didn't want him here and it was agreed that he wasn't coming here. Then the planets aligned and I find out that he's coming with us when we come back to Nevada. Why?

We are barely keeping this disaster of a marriage together, and now we are throwing a freeloader into the mix.

This is the last day I am going to be in a decent mood for a while.