After an eventful night, my sister and her (now ex) fiancé told me I had it too good to be sad. Then my sister told me something significant that happened to our family 20 years earlier. She wanted me to feel guilty for something I didn’t do at a time when my child brain didn’t even start to form long term memories. It was as if telling me all this was justification enough for me to never be sad ever.

Since then she’s never tried to have a relationship with me but she puts on a damn good act for everyone else pretending we are closer than we actually are to each other.

She’s the main reason why today I’m so good at identifying and dealing with manipulators. Thanks for that, I guess.

Just don’t be sad!

Now it can move on to infect the next poor soul…