I understand where you're coming from Michele. You can see that you've done wrong, and you can apologise for it. I praise you highly for that. A lot of people can't see what they've done wrong, and how much they've hurt people. A few days ago, my sister came here to pay back some money she owed my father. She didn't have the full amount to pay him back, and she knew if I found out, I would have had a go at her. She proceeded to pay back Dad behind my back, then walked into my bedroom where I was, and told me that she was not a taxi service, that the driving around she had done for me cost her fifty dollars in petrol (a lie to start with, it doesn't cost fifty dollars to drive to the local shopping centre twice) and that in turn she had no money for groceries. So, I asked her what her problem was. She then started in on me about my mother's funeral, saying that she had no say in anything that was done (another lie), then said that my mother was never her mother, that she was MY mother only. Of course, I saw red. I told her that she had no right saying that, that she never cared about my mother in all the time that she was sick, that she never even went to her own mothers funeral, nor has been to the cemetery in all this time. She then started in about how I get the house when Dad dies. Which is true, I receive the house in Dad's will, because I have looked after them for so long, both mum and dad said because I've had no opportunity to get a job, in turn getting my own house, that I should have it when they both die. BUT, being the person I am, I have chosen to give 25% of the house to my sisters. Of course, she doesnt like that. She thinks that if I'm living in the house, rent free, why should she pay for land rates? Anyway, that part of it is long and complicated, but that's the gist of it. So..she then told me I was no better than my Aunt, who when my grandmother died, tried her damn best to take her house without the other sisters and brothers knowing. So, as anyone who knows me knows, I would never do that to anyone. As all this abuse was happening, she was walking to her car. I had to turn away because if I didn't, I think I would have smashed her car window in. The point of my story? The one who is supposed to be supporting me the most, my big sister, the one who's always been the toughest, is nothing but a gutless bitch. Family....who needs em?
