I...am not on board with my sister moving. I think I've mentioned that (and even if not, it's probably easy to deduce.) But, I'm trying to be supportive because she's an adult and so forth and so on.
Well, this weekend, the cousin who she's moving to live with showed what I feel are his true colors. There was a fight. Sister called and said she'd rethinking. I activated my prayer chain for her to really see the light here and take the warning for what it is.
But supposedly they've "talked it out" and have "steps for going forward so it doesn't happen again." And various other very clinical sounding BS that does nothing to alleviate my concerns about her depending on this person to take care of her as she dies.
And yet. Her choice.
So for the weekend, at least, I got to be a little hopeful that the whole thing would get called off and sanity would reign in the land, but alas, it was not to be.
I'm trying to look at the bright side - road trip! But mostly I am trying to figure out when I think the situation will reach critical mass and I'll be stuck in emergency mode trying to extricate my dying sister from a bad situation of her own making.
I guess there's the option of "she chose it, let her rot." And while tempting...I don't think I can?
And husband would remind me that it could actually work out well and be a good experience. Because yes, that is one of the options. If one believes in fairy tales.
Every morning, I look in the mirror, and I see new gray hair. It's awesome.
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