I am sitting here with gritted teeth trying not to cry. How is it that this ungrateful wagon wanders around in a cloud of selfishness that nothing seems to penetrate? My fault inherently, so should I really want to kick myself right up the arse? The simplest of requests is treated with complete disdain, or as if I have asked for a kidney transplant. I raised her, I know, but I thought I had raised a person with at least a scintilla of consideration for those who she lives with. But NO. We are people she met once.
SCREAMING ON THE INSIDE.
Oh and any sugggestions as to how to right this imbalance are gratefully received.