So I know I am getting off to a rocky start with my blog (I had really wanted to post more than once a week), but the last few days have been some of the most trying times since L moved in. I have needed some time to process the events and try to regain my focus.
Upon awakening Saturday, L immediately instigated an argument that led to my first panic attack. Cruel accusations were made and crueler words spoken. All because we couldn't afford to buy her yet another senseless material item. Now this isn't the first tantrum thrown because she didn't get her way (nor will it be the last), but this time she was out for blood. The only positive thing about the whole situation is that it occurred at home instead of the mall unlike her last fit.
I am an emotional person by nature (I completely wear my heart on my sleeve) so the disrespectful things said tore me to pieces. It has left me feeling lower than I have in years. Normally I am able to snap back after an argument in a few hours and life returns to normal, but not this time. The words spoken still cling to my mind and saddens my heart.
I couldn't imagine dealing with all of what you've been out through. Your doing a wonderful thing and hopefully soon she'll realize how much you've sacrificed to help her. This makes me want to be there for you even more. I've been talking to Stu about me hanging out or us hanging out with you/y'all. I'm just lazy in my down time but anyways friend time would be a great thing for you! And me. So I must make the time. I love you.
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