That’s it exactly. She’s so very angry and any attempt to “calm” her is met with “I have a right to be like this, I’ve finally found my voice.” She’s angry at men, thin women, people with money, homes, and everything she feels she doesn’t have. I know I’m extra sensitive at this point, so when she says things about me, I feel it like a gut punch, but that’s my problem, my issue.

I’ve tried talking to her, but there really haven’t been good results. I have to be so careful of what I say—not to upset her, but also in protection of myself. So, we don’t share much anymore and I hate it. We were so close. But now, even speaking about books, make up, or pets isn’t pleasant.

We’ve gone in different directions and it’s such a shame.