Diabetes and Depression

I just wrote down my blood glucose readings for March (b/f seeing my Internist) and was really shocked to see how bad they were. I permitted this whole fuss about David to really upset me, and made bad food choices in order to medicate the depression. Not smart, but it really really hurt.

The question is did he ever really love me? or even like me? Not lately, I guess. And the whole thing that bothers me is Mary Pat's silence on it. Does she have any idea how much pain I was in? Yeah, I know there are a lot of factors at play: David was telling the truth, which made his statement all the more hurtful. He's in a world of anger and denial over marijuana smoking, and wants to lash out and hurt anybody who tells him he is wrong. I know all this, but it would have been nice if my Sister could have said " I'm sorry for what he said".

She said nothing. Not a word. We are a great family for ignoring feelings. As the silence continued, I felt more and more paranoid: they must agree with him or they would have said something to me.