I tried it. I’m apparently not skilled enough.

I’m sorry. That’s incredibly hard.

My sister has been in therapy for at least 30 years and is still bat shit crazy. But I’m supposed to just accept that and go back to letting her rule everything. Nope. I choose alone.

So I will be spending Thanksgiving alone by choice. And that’s fine by me. I miss having a family. But I don’t anymore.

This sounds delicious to me.

My therapist: “Nope. Don’t do that.”
My brain: Nope, don’t do that.”

My mom: “BUT SHE’S CHANGED.”

No. She hasn’t. And I’m not doing it anymore. Y’all do it without me. Sing kum-by-ya to each other and pretend like everything is great. While she’s on her best behavior bc everyone left. I’m good.

She doesn’t get that I’m finally at the point of self-preservation and am protecting myself. She just wants me to suck it up and be nice to my sister until she dies.

If I’m in the wrong, I will admit it. But being constantly beaten down sucks. And is no way to live. I wish it hadn’t taken me until my 50s to learn this.

I beat up on myself for a day and then said,“ You know what? Fuck this.” And I’m moving on. Because it was never my fault to begin with. And I’m slowly learning that through therapy. Not everything is my fault. Baby steps.

Ma’am, this is the South. These are not tiny little cockroaches that denote filthiness. These are horrors that come in from outside. And can FLY. STOMP.

I was hoping for Operation Big Uneasy.

🤣🤣🤣

Especially this one. Bc it made me snort.