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I think my role in life is to be a bad luck sponge for Cat and Stephen. I think this because of the prank. Cat and Stephen's elaborate plan to pretend to have sex in the bathroom at the Moon backfired horribly, as Stephen and Cat chickened out once Don started yelling. Don was absolutely livid at Cat, but absolved her almost totally once she revealed my whole "dominatrix outfit" plan.

The evening ended with him cramming me into the outfit as punishment. And everyone was there to see, as well. I put on a good front, and when they all left, I went home and cried.

I'm ashamed of myself. It wasn't just the outfit, it was everything. Stephen holding me at arms' length, my sister walking out of my life earlier that day, talking too much about things people don't care about. Still, I should have handled it better. I should have gotten by without losing control.

To my surprise, Andrea walked back into my life then. She comforted me briefly, that did help.

Of last night... I am not quite ready to write about it yet.