The week has been long. Honest conversations with relatives didn’t pan out the way I had hoped. My sister is stressed beyond belief and is carrying so much on her young shoulders I’m afraid she’ll crumble and my lovable nephews will be the ones to suffer from the fallout. You can’t take care of everyone. We make our own beds and need to deal with the consequences for our actions. I find it disgusting that the kind-hearted are railroaded and guilted by the corrupt.
I wish those involved could step back and look at the situation unbiased and realize what their actions are doing to this poor girl. Blood is blood and you can’t pick your family, but you can decide how you’ll be treated by them and where you’ll draw the line. I hope all the people I love can one day see clear to message and take a stand. However, today it’s nothing more than a pipe dream.