Over the years, 2 of my daughters and their families settled into the general area in which their father resides. My other daughter, whom lives in Cincinatti with her family is very, very close to her father and chooses to be estranged from me. I do not know why, to this very day. It is very sad, but I have come to terms with it. She totally blocked me on FaceBook.
I like to think that I have a family in the tenants and building in which I live, but there are a few of which I really do not care to know, unfortunately and through no fault of my own.
Over something totally ridiculous, Pennsylvania sister has cut herself off from me, for how long, I do not know. I have not heard from her since she found out about one sentence that was spoken by me to Wheeling sister while at a restaurant, not too long ago. I stated that Pennsylvania sister did not like me very much while we were growing up, which is 100% fact. She blew up at me. You would have thought that I had committed a national crime or something. She is very, very upset w/ me. I sent her a birthday card, and some geaneology information, w/ no response. I generally try to treat everyone well, wherever I go. She will either call me one day, or cut me off, permanently. I guess time will tell. It must be nice to have enough people in your “individual circle” that if you cut off your sister, she will not even be missed. That is life, I guess. My life does not have very much meaning, anyway. My medications keep me from thinking about no longer wishing to be around. I have a wonderful support system in the behavioral health agency of which I am a client.
I am waiting for some butter to soften, b/c today is a friend’s birthday. They turned 69. I am going to bake them chocolate chip cookies. Speaking of which, I had better go get started b/c , in my corner of the world, it is almost 5pm. Bye for now and thank you for reading me and leaving me very nice comments, my Prose Box family. :) <3