Stresses

I don't know how to write this out, but I'll try my best. Here it goes. (About the week of 6/20/09 half written at 11:45pm)

An hour went by, then two, then three, and then finally four. Four whole hours wasted in one day. The family sat in the living room. Everything was still and quiet. Not a single word left our mouths. Not even a breath was heard.

We started with a small devotional gathering in the living room which turned out to be a raging sea. Why does mom always think that we're all ganging up against her? It's so not true. It bothers me when she thinks she's right....but really, she's not. She doesn't know how deeply she's hurt me.

Mom's not talking to anyone right now. She's just in her little cucoon...isolated from everyone else. She's sleeping in the laundry room right now. *sigh. I really don't know what to do with her. Making Dad carry her all the way upstairs into his their room and then crying cause she it hurts so bad when he drags her across the wooden floor. How can she do that? Her yells and screams never leave my mind. She makes others obey and listen to her, when she doesn't even consider what others tell HER to do.

Things went on for hours. Seems like things are going to continue forever and ever. This week is/was horrible. The most stressful week of my life. Oh look! A white strand of hair!

I guess I'll just leave everything up to the Lord now. Everything's going to be in his hands. This family will (I hope) reconcile.