|How do I explain how I feel. Tomorrow there will be Thanksgiving meal at the house i grew up in. Sam & Sarah "are taking over" and running the show. I know I am in the wrong to feel this way, possesive or perhaps spiteful. Sarah packed some things of Mom & Dads for me. Thank you Sarah, but could you have skipped the coffee cups that no longer have decorative patterns? Perhaps she could have packed the Good dishes that were suppose to have been Mine or even the Silverware that Daddy gave Mom for their Wedding.|
I am not able to even look for stuff on my own. Sam still spews venom at me. Trash talking my Daughters and Grands.
Sammy is so deep in with the drugs, Sam basicly ignores his issues. Sarah speaks the words yet doesn't follow through. Daddys nightmare has become reality.