Almost a month ago, I moved back in with my sister and her family. I am ever grateful. They've kept a roof over my head, food in my belly and my computer connected to the web. I can't ask for more than that. I really wish, though, that I was back in my own place. I miss the privacy. I'd also forgotten how stressful living with three other adults, eight children and assorted pets could be.
In the last couple of days, another conflict has erupted between my sister, her husband and his ex-wife, over their children. I feel as though I'm head-down in a bunker, with artillery screaming over my head from every direction, and it's escalating by the day. I started out this post by detailing the whole nasty situation in detail, omitting only the names, but then I decided that would be over-sharing. I wrote a great portion of it out, just to clear my head, then I deleted the post and started over. Writing can be cathartic, I see.