Whenever my sister calls me, she is looking for a fight. she finally found it.

[magical thyme]

9. thank you all....

It wasn't just the words, which were laughable. It was the threatening tone. Totally out of the blue. I know she is sick, but enough is enough.

I am relieved she is out of my life. I let her back in when she was supposedly dying, but even then it was quite a chore. One of the first things she said to me was "Get rid of that horse!" in the same tone but weaker from the chemo.

If a stranger said that to me, it would be laughable, but in that tone it becomes very unsettling.

And I remember when she called me up the day after I learned of John's death, just ahead of a week of final exams, and she barely got condolences out of her mouth before pissing on 2 hours of my time ranting and raving about tea-party b.s. while I begged her to let me go study. Since the cancer has been in remission she has been impossible.

Enough!