Hello again, I have been gone a long while because Hell is a far off place.
have gotten the young adult relative out of my home finally, she left yesterday.
Before that I just kept sinking down, like the bathwater going down the drain.
My best friend of 37 years had the key to the prison door that my home had become.
She said, you are strong, you were never afraid to stand up before, why now?
I thought on this a few days and realized I was acting and feeling emotional abuse. I had gotten afraid to go to sleep at night.
I realized, I am not a victim and I had let my compassion for this person cloud my judgement. Then I gave up. Defeat!!
When I sorted it out last Thursday, I told her that she could do what she wants, just not in my home any longer. Said I did not care where she found to go, but she had to be out this weekend. And she went!!!
Why did it take me so long to do this?