I was always of the belief that everyone had a purpose to be alive.

My sister-in-law is testing this belief.

It’s become a daily battle to keep my mask of tolerance from slipping. Usually I take myself away from her immediate vicinity. Then I hear her regular one-two-cough-small-clear-of-throat noise as she passes by my closed door. And then I start to think about how I’m coming to hate being around her even more.

The other day I didn’t completely swallow my *waste-of-space snort* when I spied her rugged up to the high fucking heavens when venturing outside. I must have been too busy thinking of her being shoeless on the back cement patio the previous day. A day, even BlindFreddy could see was colder than the day before it.

Then I checked my watch.

Yep close enough to 2pm.

That’s her usual starting time.

My husband thinks it’s an improvement. And I guess it is. Before she was still asleep at 2pm. Now she gets woke up at around elevenish but remains cocooned in her bubble-wrapped room for a few hours more. If she was my sister I’d be yanking her out by her stupid useless ponytail…No disrespect to ponies or their tails…yanked out to become a useful part of this bloody household.

Instead, I must keep swallowing and playing this game for a bit longer.

I think the biggest bugbear is I can NOT understand how she was allowed to *be* this way. The list of learned abilities that she lacks is endless. Can’t drive, can’t peel a potato, can’t cook, can’t recognise that a load in a washing machine needs to be balanced or else it goes *thud thud thunk stop*…can’t, can’t, fucking CAN’T.

I placate myself with the thought of it all coming back on her in later years. When there is no-one left who gives a flying fuck about her. Perhaps the parentals should get her more involved with a church. I hear they like to assist people who can‘t do shit for themselves. But I reckon even those good Christian people would get a tad fugging tired of wasting their goodness on such a piece of useless, wasteful space.