My father died in April. My sister and my step-mother are fighting over the will. My father named my older brother and sister executers of my trust. My brother has committed a fraudulent act concerning the recent purchase of my house. I thought I was going to own it but they are on the deed. My money paid for it but they own it. My brother lied about where part of the money came from. It is complicated.

My sister called me a pothead because I don't drink and I asked for money for my wedding-it is MY money. I have been in recovery for 15 years. I have not smoked weed since I was 18. I have had relapses but I jump back into sobriety. She drinks in the morning and has black outs. She says she is having a nervous breakdown.

My step-mother invited me to breakfast today. I have not seen her since my Father died. She has always been nice to me. We are both artists. Over grits and sausage buscuits she told me all the terrible ways my sister was treating her. She dropped her jaw when I told her how they were treating me. She gave me the attorney's address andling the will and sent an email full of legal terms for me to file a grievance against my brother and sister. Am I opening up a can of worms? What do I do? Does my step-mother have an angle? I am stuck in the middle. I feel unsure, frazzled and stressed.

I drove down the mountain to my six month check up at the dermatologist. The doctor found a possible malignant carcinoma on the side of my nose centimeters from my eye. She stuck me with a needle to numb it and did a biopsy. There is an ugly red hole there. It will scar. If it's malignant I will need plastic surgery. I have no health insurance.

Tomorrow I have to give three massages at the spa. I will not be embarrased. The clients eyes will be shut. I dread three massages. I want to lay in bed and drown in the darkness of my closed eyes. I want to escape.