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And just when I'm least expecting it, it comes up to bite me. Hard. Even though we've "figured it all out," I still don't know what to think of it. Frankly, I don't think I deserve this. I didn't ask for it in any way, shape, or form, and had gotten past it a long time ago, and I had nothing to do with it this time. Yet I have to deal with it. But how, for the love of God, how? I can't even talk about it with anyone, and I can only be vague about it here, but the last person I want guiding my thoughts on this is me. Whatever prayers I have yielded up haven't produced anything. I'm still pretty disturbed by it, and I'm trying to figure out how to be angry but forgiving at the same time. We'll see how this works.