My relationship with my adult sister has gone to pot. It’s not my fault. She’s a thief, a liar, a mooch, a lazy slob. She invades my and my husband’s privacy. She hurts my mother constantly with her ways. She does shifty things that most likely involve drugs.
We barely talk anymore, even though we live in the same house. Occasionally I’ll say hello and she’ll say hello back, but we don’t laugh together or smile at each other. Frankly, I don’t like her. I love her because she’s my sister and I want her to turn her life around, but I can’t waste anymore energy worrying about her. I’d rather not interact with her if I can help it. I don’t want any harm to come to her, but I can’t help thinking it would be easier if mom kicked her out and she lived with someone else.
Does that make me a horrible person?
