My sister-in-law and I have never been the best of friends. However, since her first husband died (go back toi my March Journal entries if you’re new to me – I should move that stuff to memories) she’s been a different person. Well, not really, but saner, anyway.
She noticed, and had some of the same complains I have about Renee based on her behavior in the last day & a half. No shit. We had a long talk – about my fears, what she saw, and what we could do. The answer? Not much. The only person who can help Renee right now is Renee. Anything I do, or Michelle does to get her attention and to make her notice how and who she is right now will be met with *MUCH* pain and suffering on our part.
And it’s confusing – Renee and I are like hot & cold running emotions – all day she’s distant – on the computer, doing cross-stitch…getting mad at me & the kids. And then, once it’s all over, and it’s close to sleep time, she’s all cuddly and nice and even hot & bothered.
Anyway, Michelle and I had a long talk – about the past 6-8 months, and Renee and I and her and George and her new husband and where we are and what could happen. None of it looks pleasant. And only Renee can help Renee – until she’s ready to be helped, I guess.