She has BP as well. She's well controlled. I don't complain or even mention the way I feel, although she knows it's been rough. Whenever she has had her own episodes and had lots of appts. I was very supportive and would always ask how her appts went and so on.
Out of anybody, I thought she'd at least have a little compassion and understanding.
She never asks me how I'm doing, how my appts have been, nothing.

It's hard to find any support whether they get it or not. She's visiting her Dad right now which is a 7 minute walk from here and I asked if she was going to stop by, she will usually go see him after a visit with me because we live so close to each other. She said no.

Why bother caring when know one else does. Some days like today I don't even no why I bother trying.

If something ever happened and I tried to kill myself, the same people who don't even give a crap would be the same people who would be down my back. It's happened before.

Just a rant I guess, not in a very good frame of mind right now. I'm really angry and sick of it all