And now on top of the previous bad stuff, my sister is now "100% disappointed" in me.
This is because I let her have time to visit our grandfather in the hospital, didn't tell my boyfriend to just leave and go home even though he wanted to be there for my grandfather and me, went out that night (I needed a distraction since I literally cannot take another scare like that after holding my other grandfather's hand as he died), and then tried to continue a conversation that I had started an hour earlier with my boyfriend while I waited for my job of the final blow.
Because I'm totally never there for my family all the time when they're sick, hurt, not feeling happy, or just want to hang out. Because I'm not the one that treats her ill fish and finishes the euthanasia process. I totally don't need some time to myself to collect my thoughts and rely on someone else for a change instead.
Sorry for not making it two full years or more of being the new family rock, Alchaeon. I'm not Pacca and I never can be or will be.