So, it's been a weird month for me. I had some childhood stuff rear its ugly head through a trigger I didn't even know existed. It manifested in a few weeks of bulimia and smoking, a lot of feeling miserable, one long and involved unaired blog post, and a few very honest conversations with various family members. I've kicked the bulimia (for now), haven't quite managed to give up the smokes, but have started some positive behaviours by attending a boot camp twice a week and running a couple of times a week with a friend or by myself (with Dude in the pushchair of course). As part of my attempt at a fresh start, I attempted a conversation with another family member that has been estranged for a while. Bad idea. See, I'm an asshole. So let me just put this out there. I embrace the asshole-dom. Pretty much every bad thing I had to live through in my life came from people not having the difficult conversations. It wasn't "their business" t...