And We All Fall Down...Again.
So, my younger sister is getting a divorce from her husband of less than 5 months. She came home today with the baby from Arizona...and we're back to square one. I don't really know how I feel about this. The mean girl in me feels like she took the coward's way out--not even making an attempt at working it out, but then the rational side says that you don't live with them anymore so aren't seeing every little thing. They really were never good for each other in the first place, but kept going back to prolong the pain and anger...for the sake of their child together. As an outsider, I feel curiously devoid. But as an insider to living with the bitch that is my sister, it makes me want to run for the hills far, far away from this...and once again I'm rambling about nothing and everything. And not doing a good job of it.