Fire ONE: Some bad news hit me yesterday about a girl my sister knew from her SZ support group who committed suicide this past week. The family was so focused on their Sz child the dropped the ball on their other one. She’s the one who’s gone now.
Fire TWO: I tried to talk to my parents about some family stuff that upsets me and how they seem to take my kid sis for granted and don’t comfort her.
I wrote some harsh letters… and my sis convinced me they were harsh. So last night I went over and decided to wing it. As I spoke, I proceeded to get dramatic and emphatic and not nice again. I made this same mistake three times in a row now. But this time, I told them about the girl… the poor ignored girl who committed suicide right under her families nose.
As I got more dramatic and emphatic and upset my two thoughts merged as one and my two lines of thinking exploded on each other
And now my parents think my kid sis is suicidal. So they want to put her in some emergency therapy and a activate code red, fast cobra action
My kid sis happened to be at the movies with our other brother last night and she wasn’t around. She didn’t anwer her phone either… not in the middle of a movie.
My parents thought the worst… I didn’t know she was at a movie… We were all waiting for her at our place when she got in late and she nearly got slapped in suicide watch. Fast talking, loud arguing and chaos began to emerge. (my brother Jack said don’t get between two red heads)
So now my parents are upset with me. Upset with her and have vowed to pay extra attention to my sis.
My sis says with school, work, extra projects, and training rookie lifeguards… she doesn’t have time for extra parental attention. I feel horrid. I tried to write it out… that didn’t work… I tired to wing it… that didn’t work.
Good intentions… bad consequences… sorry sis.