My sister is in the ICU still. She's in liver failure and no one knows why.
I hated my sister for years, for things she did to me, my niece, and my nephew. I hated her boyfriend. I still do. He is the definition of a racist alcoholic white trash, and just looking at him makes me wish I still had my gun. He looks like a hillbilly Hitler, and needs the asshole stick pulled out of his uptight ass.
Anyway, that wasn't the point of my blog.
After she wished death on me, I wished it on her.
I decided to see her at the hospital, and now I can't hate her. I feel bad for her. I don't want her to go like this if she does.
She mentioned she might not make it, and I wish I could tell her to fight. But when it's a life or death fight, YOU have to decide what you want to do. I don't think telling someone to fight will change what they want to do.
I hope she decides to fight, she doesn't deserve to die like this.
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