There she is, my sister, whatever she does she consumes my mother’s attention.
Somehow it is silly, isn’t it, to think my mom could change her ways for just a day, and perhaps see that her other daughter might need her mom in some way.
I’m a grown woman. I should know better by now. I’ve been caught off guard by a difficult situation. I need someone to talk to. Why though at this point should I feel an ache that this person should be my mother?
All of my mom’s energy is yet caught up again in my sister’s addiction. In a conversation the other day I gave my mom an inch and she took a mile. A mile to talk about my sister.
I wish my mom’s mind could slow down for just a minute to see past the world of my sister’s life.