so let me get this straight…

it’s okay to call someone insane but it’s not okay to call someone a control freak?

On the other hand is my husband’s family. They have their own traditions, timetables and expectations. Which isn’t too bad, I could deal. But, you throw in a crazy family member who’s mission is to destroy any happiness one might get out of the holiday season, that’s were the mayhem begins. I’m already worried about this year. Last year she sabatoged me. I want to be prepared. I want to survive. Hell, if she would just let me plan it, things would be so much better.

(Bolded emphasis is my own.)

It seems that I duped all the time with my naivete. Take my sister-in-law for instance. She really, really is insane. But deep inside I really want to believe that when she’s in an upswing that maybe she is a good person. She is like the devil tempting me with friendship. I allow myself to be seduced by her sweetness. Then when I turn my back, she’s their stabbing it. Everytime I say this is the last time that I will allow it to happen, she gives her madness a break. I start to think she has metamorphosed. I believe that we have found common ground. Then, WHAM, she’s possessed again.

Sweetness? Nope, that’s definately not a trait of mine.

Sigh. The truly sad thing is that because my true gift seems to be my ability to hold my tongue and not speak my mind when I’d really like to, she’ll never understand the way Maria did. But then, Maria and I shared a bond that I don’t ever anticipate sharing with someone else.

(yes, I realize this post is probably mean, or at least mean-spirited, but i hold my toungue all the time.  but not today.)

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