Where I want to be.
Moving home was always going to be hard. I never wanted to do it.
One good thing was that I stopped my sister from dying. But then again, maybe she wouldnt have tried to kill herself if I hadn’t been here in the first place.
Now I’ve been told by one parent that I am making my sister sick and that I am a bad Christian (which is actually one of the meanest things she could have said to me). I’ve even been accused of using my son as a weapon. The other parent has told me that I am making him uncomfortable in his own house and that I am projecting my anger from other areas of my life onto this. I am destroying his last opportunity to enjoy his daughters under the one roof.
I am sick of being dragged into these things. I dont want to know what they think. I dont want to be a part of their messed up sense of reality. I want my biggest problems to be about me and my family, as I deserve.
Moving here was a really bad idea.
That’s what she said.
Heaven in a scoop