I've been living with my sister since April. I've done work for her and use to get paid. Now that they are not doing well, my sister told me that I wasn't getting paid this week. And last week (and this was my idea, I gave her half my pay since they were not doing well).

My sister has a seisure disorder and I drive her wherever she wants or needs to go. And even though it is I that has bipolar (which is managed well with my medication) and many family members have commented that I am managing it well with meds and therapy, lately I'm falling apart.

The meds and the therapy are working, but my sister has this non-epileptic seisure when she gets stressed. She stresses over everything. These seisures occur when her husband is not around. The night before last she had a seisure (which we have been informed that we can do nothing except keep her safe (lots of pillows). When she woke up from her seisure she was crying that she had chest pains and couldn't breath. In my book, that means call 911. That was fine...I followed her in her car. When I got there she yelled at me for not bringing her cell phone charger. She got hooked up to an IV and was given other meds (narcotcis which she likes but makes her aggressive). She loves pain meds and may have an addiction.

When I picked her up from the hospital, they had just given her a shot of dilauded (the main side affect is aggitation). I got to be on the end of that one. She yelled about banana peels being the garbage, how I drank the last the rootbeer (which I bought). How I haven't gone to the store (no pay, no groceries).

So I go and get more rootbeer and when she comes back, she appologises and says I didn't deserve that. She said if someone did that to her, she would be crushed. I said no, you would kick them out of your house for treating you that way since you own the house. Told her the house always wins.

Then I brought it up today to her and she said she is so embarassed that she didn't want to talk about it. Then I find out that she told my sister. If she was so embarassed about it, why did she tell her sister and her husband?!

I told her I would talk about it when she was more rational. She hasn't been rational since. Sneaking around and taking pills for pain/anxiety and sleeping until the last minute....she was going on a trip and was scared she would have a seisure that she doesn't have any control over anyway.

I can keep control over my bipolar, but not living with someone in her condition.

Today she was suppose to go see her nurologist and psychologist and she lied an said she had the flu. So she lied to my mom, her docs. At this point I don't expect her to tell me the truth anymore.

I'm sick of her perfectionism and wish she would just be a human being like the rest of us instead of pretending she's superwoman.

On her behalf, she has helped me a lot. She even gave me 2 job leads and I think I may get one of those jobs, I pray.

There is also a veteran's apartment building that I think I am going to start over in (even if it means I have to take the bus). It's like section 8 but for veterans, it's not nearly as nice as this place, but it's not nearly as stressful and I would have equal footing until I get a used car and an apartment in about a year.

These lies though, I can't stand. She lies to everyone. I love her but the lying thing just tells me she doesn't think she is okay. She doesn't even want her hubby to help. He's ready to if she would tell him the truth.

She has also been know to go through my things looking for who knows what. When someone asks me something, even if I don't want to admit it, I will admit it. All lying does is isolate you from those you care about.

I won't be able to get into this VA housing probably until the end of next month...depends on when they start paying me again.

For now, I am in need of some emotional support. At first I thought it was me, but after I found out how many pain killers and benzos they administered in the hospital, I would think a horse would have trouble walking.

Can you all help me get through this emtionally until I get out of this situation. I don't want to cut ties because this is of course family, but the lies and the twisting of the truth is really getting to me and affecting my reality and stableness in my bipolar.