I'm just bummed that she's gone, that she's not ten minutes down the road any more, that she can't just pop around for a drink or a movie or a game of Cosmic Wimpout. In a way, I hope they don't like it out there and decide to come back after six months, but I doubt it. The place they're moving to is just their style and even more progressive than it is out here in the Happy Valley.
I also found out some really disturbing news about a friend of mine. Her father molested her as a child and when she went home for Christmas, he did it again. She doesn't know that I know this and I'm only going to talk to her about it if she brings it up, but it's making me sick. I can't talk to TCBIM about it either because I don't want him inadvertently saying anything to her.
What makes people do that? It has to be some sort of sickness because it's just unfathomable to me. And what can I do for my friend, besides listen, if she does talk to me about it? I have no experience with this (thankfully). I don't know anyone who's experienced it, or if they have, they've never talked to me about it. She told her brother about it and he believed her but ever since she told him, he hasn't come home. They share a flat and she hasn't seen or heard from him since then. She's afraid to tell her other sister for fear of the same reaction.
It does explain so much about her - she hates to be hugged, emotions make her so uncomfortable that she either laughs or leaves the room and she has a tendency to binge drink at times. I kind of hope she does talk to me about it because I hate knowing something like that about someone I care about.
Edited to add: And in the Duh category: Diabetes Care Magazine had this article today.
A gratuitous Bug Shot, to lighten the tone a little....