I’m SO troubled right now.

There is so much back story to explain so that this makes sense, that it would fill up half the interwebs should I type it out, but trust me, I am troubled.

We shall do this in parts.

Part one : The Sister.

You see, for years my sister has made some very bad choices int he way of men, and with each new man – the last one lasted six years, I’m not saying she is easy – far from it, but with each new relationship, she gets into more and more money problems.

My dad usually helped her out in the way of buying her groceries and etc.

Well, my sister has finally seen the light, she kicked her boyfriend out and is moving in with a friend. Her rent will be less AND her room mate will not only make sure they are both paying the bills, but that sister eats on a regular basis.

This is a GOOD thing. A very good thing.

So my sister called dad and asked him to drop off a roll of packing tape when he was in the city, he refused. Flat out refused.

Which is fine in itself, he owes her nothing, he has helped her out plenty of times, and should not feel like he has to help her out again, yaknow?

But I kind of feel that sister should be rewarded with praise or hell, even packing tape for making a good decision for the first time in YEARS.

Sigh