Update on the ongoing Niece drama, with screenshots. in The Big, Blue, House. Year two.

I asked Half Sister for perspective, and got it. No, she won’t be coming here. It pains me greatly. I’d dearly love to have the girl I remember here, and I cling to some fragment of hope, but it doesn’t sound very likely.

The conversation:

I still have to message the Niece, and I absolutely dread it.

We’ve been homeless, with relatives who wouldn’t help us. I don’t want to be that person. But Don’s right, we’ve never been addicts, or suffered from serious untreated mental health issues.

The whole situation just breaks me in several different directions.

I genuinely appreciate all of the comments on the last post. You people are awesome.