Ahhh..finally, a little bit of peace on the home front.
So my sister has finally come to terms with the whole me going to be a mommy, and her not. She told me that she's decided to be happy for me.okay.So what, was I suppossed to thank her, shake her hand, tell her congrats on being a bigger person? Well apparently the answer is yes I was. I told her that I was happy she was happy, and since that appeared to be not enough, she told her sobriety worker, that I didn't seem to care that she cared. Then her worker told me that I wasn't being supportive enough of my sister!So June is a recovering addict, she needs a pat on the back and a hand up sometimes. I totally get that, and I do it to the best of my ability, which granted, sometimes sucks, but at this point in my life June is not number one. She is not center stage. My baby is. And my hormones are like crazy little men wanting to kill everyone that makes me mad.Now she's mad at me again, and I told her in no uncertain terms what I thought of her pathetic little 'Im happy, I'm not' game. Then she guilted me into tears saying that I just don't understand her life and all her problems!I think the hardest part of my pregnancy is going to be not surrendering to my little men-hormones urges......
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