Hey, it’s Viktoria here. Honestly, I’m feeling like I’m in a bit of a pickle at the moment. My sister, Emma, has been living with me for a few months now. She hit a rough patch financially, and being the older sister, I wanted to help her out. So, I told her she could stay with me until she got back on her feet. It seemed like the right thing to do at the time, you know?
At first, things were alright. It was kinda nice having someone around the house. We’d watch telly together, have a laugh, and it felt like we were bonding again like when we were kids. But recently, I’ve started noticing that some of my stuff has gone missing. And I’m not just talking about small things like a bottle of shampoo or some food from the fridge. I mean, money has been disappearing from my wallet, and a few pieces of my jewellery are nowhere to be found.
I don’t wanna jump to conclusions, but I can’t help but think Emma might be pinching my stuff. It’s a horrible feeling, suspecting your own sister, but I’ve looked everywhere for those things and they’re just not there. I even asked Emma if she’d seen my bracelet – you know, the one Mum gave me – and she just shrugged and said no.
I’ve been losing sleep over this. My mind’s constantly racing, wondering if she’s really stealing from me or if I’m just being paranoid. It’s messing with my head big time. I’m trying to be supportive, but I also feel betrayed. I mean, who can you trust if not your own family?
I’ve also noticed that I’m more on edge lately. I snap at little things and I’m finding it hard to concentrate at work. My boss even pulled me aside last week to ask if everything was alright. I didn’t know what to say, so I just told him I was dealing with some family stuff. He seemed to understand, but I hate bringing my personal issues into work. It’s just not professional.
To make matters worse, I’ve started avoiding Emma. I know, it sounds terrible, but I can’t help it. Every time I see her, I get this sinking feeling in my stomach. I don’t want to accuse her without proof, but I also can’t pretend like everything’s fine. It’s like there’s this huge elephant in the room and neither of us is acknowledging it.
I’ve thought about confronting her, but I’m scared of what might happen. What if she denies it? Or worse, what if she admits it? I don’t know if I can handle either of those outcomes. It’s like I’m stuck in this limbo, not knowing what to do next.
This whole situation is taking a toll on my mental health. I’m constantly anxious, I’ve lost my appetite, and I just feel so alone. I can’t even talk to my friends about it because I don’t want them to think badly of Emma. It’s like I’m carrying this massive burden on my own. I feel the need to get into therapy but I feel she needs it more.
I really hope things get better soon. I miss the days when we were just sisters, without all this drama. I want to believe that Emma wouldn’t do this to me, but the evidence is hard to ignore. I guess I’ll just have to take it one day at a time and hope that we can get through this without tearing our family apart.
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