This is not my bf's daughter I'm talking about. Sorry for the lack of clarity. I haven't even seen his kids.

This is mu own sister who picked me up at Newark Airport. She did knock on the bathroom door. I asked was I holding anything up. The answer was no.

My sister said she thought I was overdosing on drugs and going to drown like Whitney Houston. When I got out of the tub, my sister gave me a big lecture on how she thinks I'm an addict getting ready to OD.

My sister knows I take Vicodin for pain, snd that offends her because "it's not organic." I take 10 to 15 mg 2 to 3 times a day. That is a substantial amount. I needed it when I was caring for my bf. Now I don't get anywhere's near that sore.

My sister has been a problem drinker for years - arrested for drunk, disorderly conduct.

I thought we were going to be cooking together.