the Talk

Had a great weekend behind me so going back to work this week wasn't too bad. Have a ton to do at work today, but I still like it so it flows quite smoothly. And have to call mum to see if she can come over tonight. This is a call and visit we're both a bit apprehensive to, although me in particular since I have a vauge idea of what it is I have to say to her.. So we haveto have a Talk. I really hate those. Probably cause I usually fiercly do my best to aviod them and am more partial to solving it in peace with tequila. Crap. I hate when I haveto be the responsible one - I'm not very good at it. So this time I haveto try and tell my mother that if she keeps going back to my little sisters dad I can't help her. Because then she doesn't want help - just a place to stay and someone telling her it's not her fault and everything's gonna be alright. And for that she can get a hotel room and should get a therapist. Which - by judging on the latest events - I'm gonna need as well, and bill her for it.
But it is tragic. She's like a junkie only in it for the next fix. Although I can't for the life of me see what that fix would be.. Maybe the glimpses she sees every once in a while - on a good period - of a happy family life. In that case I'm really sorry for her, cause if so she must want it so bad that it blinds her to reality. Or maybe reality isn't just as fun, who knows.
I've been talking to some of my family about this. It's sad because we all want to see her happy but knows she wont be now. As soon as she goes back to him it leads to trouble; arguments, drinking and fights - and nightmares for me. But it's not like you can stop a person from making here own decisions. I'll just try my best to look after my sister. And tell my mother to get a hotel room next time. But I probably wont... it's still my family.