First, I would like to apologize to anyone I haven't been right with, for any reason. When you see why I'm at the end of my rope, maybe you'll understand why I'm cracking up.

I've got my sister staying with me for a few days, so she won't have to sleep in a car while she's reportedly waiting for an apartment to be available. She's married, but her husband isn't trustworthy, I don't want to get into detail, but my husband doesn't want him in our house. Knowing what I know, I can't blame him.

My sister was never healthy, and is thoroughly codependent on her husband, but she has never been like this before. Her constant walking around muttering under her breath is about to drive me batty myself. I believe she thinks she's talking to our grandmother, who passed away three years ago, but apparently her ghost follows my sister around. She also talks about vivid memories of things that never happened. "Remember that helicopter crash the day I was born?" No, because there wasn't one. Nor is there any obscene amount of money due us for some movie one of us starred in years ago, that everyone has forgotten about. I could go on, but I think you get the picture.

The kicker was that last night when we were watching something extremely funny on TV, and I spit Diet Coke all over myself, in the middle of everybody laughing their butts off about that, my sister started crying and came out of nowhere with, "You have the wrong idea about my husband. He's God in the flesh!"

I've worked so hard to normalize my own life and have a drama-free home where I can feel safe. I am not equipped to handle someone else's issues. I can barely manage my own. I don't think it's possible to make my sister get help when she doesn't think she needs any because she's just fine, it's the whole rest of the world that's messed up. But right now I'm about to flee my own house and go to see an emergency therapist, because I can't deal with this one more second.