It's been a few days, and I started going to therapy. I'm still coming to terms with the fact I'm going to be dealing with Uncle Samsonite, and I'd say I'm doing a little better now. I'd definitely say that there's room for improvement, but I'm certainly doing a lot better. I'm still absolutely terrified by him, but I think I'm starting to get used to it. I hope Jake was right, and that Samsonite doesn't end up killing me..
