Disenchanted
I just found out my sister has been stealing my meds. Again.
I opened a brand new bottle of pain pills I just brought home from the pharmacy and, surprise surprise, it was short. Somehow I doubt it was the pharmacy's fault.
Ugh. I just vent here in lieu of not being able to confront her until tomorrow. And who wants to bet she blames me for the entire thing by creating temptation and not locking them up the moment I walked in the door?
She'd been doing so much better, I'd thought I could trust her, but apparently not. She's been having a 'bad week' (which means her car needs to be repaired - which is understandably irritating - but somehow this means the world is coming to an end. The girl has no coping skills.) Still, pain meds are not a mood enhancer. Neither will be having me confront her about it tomorrow, I'm sure.
Now I'm off to find a good hiding spot and hope it works.
I opened a brand new bottle of pain pills I just brought home from the pharmacy and, surprise surprise, it was short. Somehow I doubt it was the pharmacy's fault.
Ugh. I just vent here in lieu of not being able to confront her until tomorrow. And who wants to bet she blames me for the entire thing by creating temptation and not locking them up the moment I walked in the door?
She'd been doing so much better, I'd thought I could trust her, but apparently not. She's been having a 'bad week' (which means her car needs to be repaired - which is understandably irritating - but somehow this means the world is coming to an end. The girl has no coping skills.) Still, pain meds are not a mood enhancer. Neither will be having me confront her about it tomorrow, I'm sure.
Now I'm off to find a good hiding spot and hope it works.