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I hate how I've changed since the accident. When people travel, I get anxious. I demand to know that they have arrived safely, etc. I have a friend/sister (Nicole), who has driven me crazy this weekend. She's living in Prince George right now, and working as a teacher. She's on-call and was suppossed to leave Friday but changed her mind as she may have had a chance to get an extra day of teaching in. Those were Wednesdays' plans. She's met a boy (and I gather a nice one)...so she bails because it's his birthday on Thursday. Fair enough. Then it's his Christmas party on Friday. Then she didn't feel like driving on Saturday (She was suppossed to spend the night at her friend Aly's place sat night, then drive this morning to Kamloops). Well, she decided to stay with Mr.wonderful and then today her truck froze cuz the twit didn't bother to plug it in. Arg! And it's a diesel! So allegedly tomorrow, but I'm not betting on it. I'm so mad and uptight having been worried about her getting home safely. She's not a brilliant driver and she has to pass by where Cat and Eathan died this summer, and I'm just a bundle of nerves and overly sensitive as it seems that she wants to spend more time with this guy than her family. And he's from Kamloops. He'll be headed down on the 23 or 24th anyways, so it really hurts that she's choosing him over us. She keeps saying that she can't wait to see us, and making all these plans only to break them because of him. I'm so angry and hurt, and my hurt is over-riding my logic. This sucks. I've cried so much this weekend over it. It's a rather emotional time for me right now since this is the first one without Cat and Eathan. And I've even stalked facebook more than usual to make sure my friends are arriving at their families' places safely. I feel pathetic.