I'm not doing well coming to terms with this.

I guess over time I'll become resigned to the idea that what is is.

It's not good ever to depend too much on the good will of another.

I've been depressed. I wasn't sure why. Now I think it has a lot to do with this relationship problem. When my boyfriend was alive, I didn't take things with my siblings so much to heart. My relationship with him filled my life. Plus, his needs kept me busy. Now I'm too idle - by choice - picking apart things that I need to leave alone. I'm making myself really blue, which is pretty stupid.