She lies and lies. Commits to various counselling, therapies and programmes. Doesn’t follow through. Ultimately she doesn’t think she has a problem and it’s just us overreacting. Until the next time she’s found unconscious and bleeding by her cleaner or gardener and the cycle begins again.
I am exhausted by it but it’s my poor DSis who lives much closer who bears the brunt. The guilt trips are awful but when can we say enough is enough. I don’t want to see her at Christmas. I can’t play nice with her and my DC knowing that she’ll be dying to get home and have a drink. DBro (conveniently lives in another country) thinks DSis and I are being too harsh and that we should believe her every time she promises she will change.