Between a rock and a hard place

Troll puts me in these predicaments constantly. Somehow he gets me lying to cover for him.

I say it again to him: “You can’t stay here with me, yet here you are sleeping in the spare room again. Meanwhile you hide from everyone because you know full well that you shouldn’t be here and all the reasons why”.

I become complicit. I feel trapped between being truthful to my family or protecting him. This puts me in an untenable place where I jeopardize the goodwill my family  offers me. Their trust in me is eroded. It feels like Troll’s dysfunction becomes my dysfunction.

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