Stop in for a drink.

Jeez, I’m going to need another beer. My next older sister keeps texting me about how disappointed she is and terribly sad about my other sister contesting my Dads will.

Get over it, she was alway a POS and this doesn’t change anything. Once a POS, alway a POS.

I refuse to waste any emotional energy on it.

Why do some women always insist on wrapping themselves in a blanket of sadness at every event of disappointment and try to pull everyone else under the covers with them to have a giant pity party that lasts forever?

Life it too short to let BS like this diminish your joy. It only has the power over you that you give it.