My sister is still here.
We did eventually get dinner last night.
I cooked what I wanted, and she ate it…
But not before lots of screaming happened.
She is struggling. She has been for a long time, this I knew. She told me something… And I know I need to call our parents, but I promised I wouldn’t and sister bonds are sacred. Anyone else, I probably would have called 911 immediately.
So far I haven’t done anything.
But I don’t want to be responsible for her choices.
She’s still exhausting, but I’m trying really hard to be nicer. I took the morning off, didn’t make fun of her for sleeping in or eating crap today, and brought her to a really cool used bookstore. She’s wandering now and seems happy.
Someone asked if she was my daughter. I want to teleport home and never leave the house again.
I want her to leave.
We can’t both be freaking out at the same time.
I should call home, right?