One of those days. I feel on edge.
I can't cope. I'm trying, probably not hard enough, though.
I can't deal with her. Is she doing this to herself on purpose? Is she that naive? The answer yes. I don't know why. What will become of us? She's not mean, she's opinionated and needy. It's sad, oh so sad. He's gone and we are left to see the real her. I didn't know the real her all my life. I only knew him and her. I can't do enough, I don't want to do enough. Shes is pain. She doesn't listen. Only what's good for her and on her terms. She thinks she's so organized and she is. She internalizes it and it comes out in her body having problems. First it's her feet, then her groin, then her ankles, then her hands. Rightfully so, she has recently been diagnosed with Rheumatory Arthritis. Oh good gawd.
She puts stress on herself and it gets worse. There's so much more to it, I can't explain. I'm not insensitive, just tired of it all. Death, pain, anal rententive behavior, construction,moving,sadness, just one thing after another in her world. I am trying to cope and be a good sister and I don't know where I stand.
Okay, I can try to move on with my day now.