Get Well Soon

Just when I thought things we're getting better, I realized that they were even worse than I imagined.

My whole family is lying to me and everyone else.  The lies need to stop so that he can get better.  The lies keep him from the consequences.  Somebody once told me that gossip was the great equalizer, and I think that quote is absolutely amazing.  Gossip keeps people from doing things things that they know they shouldn't do, but I think that the lack of gossip is keeping him going.

I thought he was being safe and sheltered.  I was told he was getting well.  Lies, once again.  Was out and about at Target, and then did a double take when I came across him.  I talked to him.  He lied to me.  I knew he was lying.  He knew I knew he was lying, but he just kept on going.  He was ill.   Some people and situations never change.  This has stayed the same for ten years, and I've pretty much become numb to it.  I think that's the part that makes me the most upset.  I hate that I don't care, but I just don't.  Well, I guess I do, but not for the same reasons I used too.  I think it's more about my siblings at this point.  I know EXACTLY how they feel, and that makes me feel even worse.

I just hope he doesn't hurt himself anymore...or anybody else.  I'm scared of what happens if it gets worse.  There's not much room for worse.  The consequences are fatal.

Sometimes I wish there was more I could do.  Maybe there is?  I'm trying and praying...I guess that's all I really can do.

Get well soon.