Someone please pass me the duct tape.

No, not for the kids, they're fine.  In fact, they've been extra good, and the boy has been coming out of bed every night to give us "just another hug."

The duct tape?  For me.  I can't stand it.  Just put it over my mouth.  No, that won't work, I'm sure it would look bad if I went out in public with a strip of tape across my mouth. 

Maybe a Hannibal Lechter fashioned face mask?  Wait, that wouldn't effect my verbal diarrhea, it would spew out from the breathing holes.  Maybe, tape my fingers together and do not give access to a keyboard, do not allow me type.  Please. 

This may make sense soon enough, if I'm not threatened because it's requested to remain "confidential" information and they "wish for such documents to be kept under seal."  I'm not a good secret keeper, hence all of this drama in the first place.  I don't think you get it - I really am a good person.  Things weren't meant to go in this direction, and they are now headed down a very nasty path.

I wouldn't be nearly as completely overwhelmed and affected by the entire course of events if I hadn't been initially told to be quiet about it.  Now, to also see that they don't want it publicized.  What purpose does this serve, other than to make me a human stew of anxiety, distrust, cynicism and hate served up in a steaming bowl of verbal diarrhea?