You are so childish. At 31 you act like a damn teenager. Or a pre-teen! I’m so sick of living with you. I love you because you’re my sister but I don’t like you. You have made my husband hate you. He tried really hard to get along with you and to like you but you just keep up your s***. Stealing from us, invading our privacy, eating all the groceries in the house and never buying any, being a lazy slob and never cleaning up after yourself. No wonder you can’t keep any friends. You’re a selfish mooch with no consideration for anyone else.

And yet I can’t stand his hatred for you, mainly because I don’t want my mother to hold it against him. It makes me so anxious. When he’s upset it upsets me, and you upset him. You ate his fish filets out of the freezer tonight… they werent yours, they were his. You knew it. You had to know it. And if Mama told you that you could eat them, that’s even worse. I know when he dsicovers it he’ll be angry, and I’ll stress out and panic because I KNOW my mother will take my sister’s side even though she is in the wrong.

I’m so tired of this. I can’t fix this, but I can’t just let it go. I don’t know what to do.