Unfortunately being the way I am means that when I do have to get tough it makes me sick, and doubly worse when it's dealing with family. I love my family. Extended and my immediate family. My grandmother is very important to me, my cousins are special to me. I may not have a great relationship or rather with some no relationship at all with them but I still love them.
One cousin especially holds my heart. I loved her mom greatly, and miss her now that she's gone. But yesterday I had to get tough with this cousin. It hurts. I thought I was helping her, instead I was enabling her to continue down her path that leads no where. Allowed her to use and ultimately in some ways abuse me, my brother and even my daughter.
I just hope things work out for her. I just can't be her guide anymore.