first, hugs

Are you sure we are not related? Your family sounds an awful lot like mine. I have a surly, crabby momma who makes awful rude comments and quips that cut to the core. A drug addicted sister, and a bible thumping brother. The other brother is such a germophobe that he doesnt want me to visit, because he and his wife dont want to "catch MS" The bible thumper believes I must have sinned badly for God to have handed me this, and the druggie sis wants to know if I am willing to share my meds, or teach her how to get SSDI benefits of her own. So...yeah, makes me wonder if we are related. I CANT change them! I stopped trying years ago, and whew! what a relief to not have to carry them anymore. It hurt for a looooong time. I loved them, even if their behavior was bad. I loved them, even if they hurt me. I loved them, even if they sliced me to ribbons, and then I started to realize that I can love them and stay afar.

I am sorry that you continue to struggle. I wish we all lived closer, we could show you what its like to have a real friend, a real sister, and real cheerleaders.

Venting feels good doesnt it?