I thought about telling you the news when I found out, but I've been thinking about telling you a lot of things I haven't.

Call me masochistic, but I seem to prefer to carry my burdens on me and me alone. Though that is not to say that I do not enjoy the occasional helping hand or arms to hold me when the weight is too much to bear.  Or maybe we could chalk it up to communication issues- I can't communicate what I feel when I know it may burden or hurt another.

I digress, the real point of the matter is damn genetics. How can one little gene have such a hold on my family. A single gene; an unrelenting brute with the desire to kill.