Every day she asks me for my BG number, if I’ve taken my pill and if I’m going to work out. Thing is, the more she bothers me and the more she tries to act like my parole officer the LESS I want to do this.
She wants to revolve MY ENTIRE LIFE around this disease.
I’m sick and tired of it.
Her not knowing, I am aware of the fact that she gossips and talks behind my back. I know how she’s pressuring me to do whatever she wants me to do. She wants me to do songs, dances and hire a guy to fly a blimp with the disease on my hands.
She is driving me ■■■■■■■ insane and at this point, I’d rather be undiagnosed than hear her constant complaining and overbearing behavior driving me psycho.