A Dilemma October 26 2006
Someone told Feffie a huge hurtful and damaging lie.
It’s about our father. And was told to her by one of our siblings.
And it’s a HORRID lie.
And I feel like I should tell them. You see not only because it’s a horrible thing to do, but also because they help this sister. A A LOT. I mean A LOT. And she pretends to be something she is totally not when she’s around them. She’s so holier than thou and blah blah blah.
It makes me sick. My parents go on an on about how much help she needs cause her life is stressful with an @usti$tic child (which, I’m sure it is) and how she’s making ALL THESE sacrifices and blah blah blah. When really? She’s huge pot head. So much so that she’ll smoke it when she’s awake. Yup. And? She’s a bit of a drunk. She, who preaches the word of sobriety like it’s her own personal gospel. Drinks at least 4 nights a week. I think. And? At 8pm she sticks her kid in his bedroom with a huge snack, his sedative in hot chocolate and turns a movie or 4 on for him, while she retires to the garage to get high. cause it’s the only way she can “Deal with him”.
And you know what? I’m being self righteous. Sure I’ve smoked pot and I’ve even smoked it since I became a parent, but I never ever once smoked while he was awake. EVER. And never for like 15 years straight.
Gah.
So? Do I pull the rose coloured glasses off for them or let them live in their perfect little dream world.
P.S. Dropping the job subject cause seriously, I didn’t take it. I know I whined about not being offered it and totally got caught up in but, it just couldn’t work for us. 
