I've been published. I wish I could feel more excited. I should be esctatic. But all that's sticking with me as of this exact moment is for all the well wishes and congrats and great comments I've gotten - I had to call my own family to see if they'd bothered to even read the email I sent with the link to where my story resides and to find out not only that they had bothered but were too busy or just didn't care enough to send their congrats to me too.

They fucking suck. Some days I wish I could just walk away from them completely, but then I'd never see my nieces & nephews and I know that would suck worse.