So Christmas was awful. We were invited to a friends house where she had everything ready for lunch. Beth decided she was well enough to prepare a ham and corn casserole. Why? No one except Beth wanted to do that, and because it took so long, and because she was totally exhausted by the time these dishes were ready, our host called in tears and cancelled the lunch. 

I woke up this morning feeling totally overwhelmed knowing that the cooking drama was going to happen no matter what I said. Sick or not, Beth needs to stop doing this control bullshit when it comes to food and dinner invites. Maybe it's too late. I'm so scared that this might be the last time we have to worry about this. I hope I'm wrong.