More of my life (literally can't think of a title) in My life

Wedding happened. It was amazing. Literally amazing. Everything was perfect. I even liked the water station. Just that little thing. The caterer had water, lemonade, tea and coffee throughout the day for people. That was nice. The water was cucumber-infused water and IT WAS LITERALLY THE BEST WATER I HAD EVER HAD. Food was great. Dessert was great. We even got to sit down and eat.

In other news… I can’t help them if they don’t want any of my help. All my efforts, poured out, for them. Worrying, pleading, pointing out the better direction, explaining, reasoning, encouraging… They wouldn’t believe me. I can’t understand why they can’t give an ounce of value for my thoughts. I’m smart. I’ve been in this country for a long time. And I really care.

I’m just wasting my energy caring for them. I don’t want to try anymore. No matter what, my sister will listen to my parents over me. My life is already ruined by bad advice. I can help but she doesn’t want my help.

I’ll just step back and do what I’m asked to. No more. I can’t let this destroy me anymore.

I just have to remember that they make their own choices, too.

I told them what I thought she should do. They didn’t give it much thoughts. Not much else I can do, really. No point for me to feel pained on her behalf. IT IS HER CHOICE. I just have to remind myself that continuously. IT IS HER CHOICE. It is not that I didn’t try so hard to help. She didn’t want my help, my thought, my opinion.

I just can’t worry for her anymore when she doesn’t want to listen to my opinions. I’m done. Done done done. Worrying isn’t good for me. I pleaded and I pleaded. She even lied to me about her true situation and yet expected me to understand. Why, really?

Last updated July 26, 2022