Sometimes life is just hard

You know, I think of myself as a pretty upbeat person....usually. I have my days, but then, don't we all. But generally thinking, I like to think of myself as upbeat and nice. So it's always upsetting to me when I have to get mean. Especially to someone I love and care about. But there are times when there is just no other option, you know!

So, yes. I got mean. I told my older sister just exactly what I thought of the stupid shit she is doing and how badly it is affecting my nephews' lives. I didn't pull any punches. I let her have it. And wouldn't you know it, I have become FAMOUS!!! Yes, famous. She has taken my e-mail, yes, I e-mailed her....I have a tendency, when I am really upset, to lose focus during an actual conversation and I cry..it gets me nowhere. So where were we. Ah, yes. The e-mail. Okay, so I put it all down in an e-mail, hit send, and voila, I have become a published author! She printed the damn thing out, slapped it on my Daddy's desk (she works for him), sent it to her priest and took it with her to show her therapist. She told the secretary at work about it, then showed the e-mail to her. I am pretty darn sure the billing clerk, office manager and salesmen have seen it by this point as well, at the rate she is going. Here's the thing.....

Are you friggin' kidding me!!! Who DOES that! I'm sorry, maybe it is just me, but if someone sent you an e-mail basically ripping you a new one, not saying the nicest of things, would you really want to show it to as many people as you could get your hands on? Not me...for one, if there was truth to it (which there was, of course..why do it if I'm just going to make shit up!), I would be MORTIFIED to show anyone, lest they think the same thing and agree with the e-mail. And if it was just a bunch of crap, why show so many people? Maybe one or two people to be like, "Look at this shit!", that kind of thing, but dear me....to show a PRIEST, I just don't know.

I guess I am kind of flattered though. Obviously I hit a nerve. I sure hope (though it is an empty hope, because I know her too well) that she actually thinks about the things I said and gives credence to its validity. That is the only way she is going to be able to make changes and mend bridges/relations with her son.