I can use some prayer action right now. My sister's getting off drugs, which 
takes time. She has to take liquid methadone in order to fight off the 
cravings. Recently, she made a major slip, but she's okay, now. Well, 
Shirley, the aunt whom I live with these days is constantly downing her, 
she's downing me, for being young at heart, and well, when those two argue, 
I just don't try to talk. I know I should defend Jenny when she's right, and 
Shirley or anyone else, when she's wrong, but I'm thinking of the Word when 
it says be slow to speak, and quick to listen. Shirley's so judgmental, 
critical, and pure hateful sometimes. I just feel I've outgrown her. It's 
like wearing shoes that are twenty or thirty sizes too small. Ok, I know, 
you'd have to have a big foot, if you actually had shoes that were that many 
sizes too small, but you get my point here. Do you see what I'm up against 
here? I've lived with her for eleven years, and while we get along most of 
the time, she's sometimes downright self-righteous, holier than thou, 
judgmental, conniving, vendictive, critical, condescending, condemnatory, 
accusational, and well, just ruthless sometimes. Please pray, like you've 
never prayed before. If anything, it only makes me long for Jesus to come, 
more than I was already. At least there'll be no criticism in Heaven, and 
Jesus is the only judge, thank God. I just don't know any more. It's a mess, 
not to mention a losing battle. There's just no pleasing her. I seriously 
believe she doesn't have any more compassion left in her for my sister. I 
know that's a cruel thing to say, but she had Jenny in tears, for goodness 
sake. I just don't know how to deal with this anymore. It's like I'm playing 
both sides against the middle. It's a litteral tug of war. When I want to go 
home with Jenny and spend time with her, Shirley always finds things against 
it. Ok, granted, Jenny doesn't have a license, and granted, if she sped, or 
if anything was wrong with the car, like a headlight, or a taillight, 
possibly, she'd be pulled over, and if they took her into custody, I'd need 
to call someone to pick me up. Shirley thinks they'd either throw me in jail 
with her, or I'd just be taken to a home, or somewhere, till she or someone 
else could pick me up. Now, why would they want to put an innocent and 
totally blind passenger in jail? I'm not the one who's being pulled over. It 
makes no sense that she'd think that, but then again, I don't know. She may 
be right, on this one, or well, I just don't know how to live with her 
anymore. She's really ticking me off!