I wish there was some trick or tool I could tell you that would make your family problems go away. It would be nice, wouldn’t it? That sibling that’s always making the wrong choices, the parent with anger management issues, the grandparent with the tendency to disapprove of everything and tell you about it. Things that might not be too bad to handle alone but some days everything stirs itself up into a moltov cocktail and goes off on your ass.
This hasn’t been the greatest week. Complications at work, I lost the funding for the house and my grandmother is in the hospital and it looks like this could be the end. Family is coming in from all over and I’ve taken it upon myself to house some of them. It hasn’t been easy. While my parents and I play it cool and hope for the best while planning for the worst – we have other family who are hysterical over spilled milk.
I don’t understand this. I really don’t. Yes, loss is a sad thing. Cherishing a life you’ve lost and moving on hurt. You don’t make the situation worse. This is what we’re dealing with right now on top of my grandmother’s situation. It’s putting more of a strain on everyone – and I have yet to say anything to compound the question. Which is a good thing because if my father or I say something things will get ugly, it’s just getting to that point.
Patience is a virtue I need more of. Today is going to be a strain. Here’s hoping for a better tomorrow.