And no, it's not in a good way.
You see, my mom and I made promises to each other that we are going to stop saying bad things to/about my sister because, frankly, we're better than that. But I swear, she makes me absolutely sick.
I still don't get how my mother could've given birth to someone or I could be related to someone so completely stupid.
Oh, you'd like to know what I'm referring to this time, wouldn't you?
Chelsea absolutely refuses to stop smoking.
Absolutely REFUSES. Despite the common sense from my mother and having a neonatal nurse tell her what it can do to a baby. Which any human being would know by looking at a pack of cigarettes!
And then she has the nerve to claim she actually cares about the baby.
Ya know, I'm really proud of myself that I haven't said anything bad about her since I made that promise, but this feeling of despise I have makes me feel horrible. At least I'm trying, though, right?
Thanks for all your sweet comments, by the way. I truly appreciate it.